The Nanny (The Fabulous Dalton Boys Book 1) by Kirsten Osbourne

stroke his, even as his hand slid down to cup her breast.  His thumb found her nipple through the silky fabric. 
    She let out a soft moan, arching into his hand.  No one had ever touched her there, not even him.  She was surprised she liked it so much.  Her hands roamed his back, gently scraping it with her nails. 
    Barrett took that to mean he was allowed to do more.  He pressed her back against the mattress, kissing a path from her neck, down her shoulder, to her breast where he caught her nipple between his lips.
    Ashley knew that she didn't want the fabric separating them anymore, so she sat up in the bed and pulled the nightgown over her head, tossing it to the floor before laying back down.
    Barrett watched her with a mix of astonishment and pleasure.  He grinned at her.  "I guess that means you don't want anything to come between my lips and your breast?" he asked, knowing it would embarrass her, but enjoying her pretty blush. 
    She tried to sit up.  "Maybe I'll just put it back on..."
    He laughed.  "No, I think I prefer you this way, honestly."
    Pushing him onto his back, she kissed him, her hands stroking his chest.  "Behave yourself then."
    He pulled her down on top of him, his hands stroking her back and down to her bottom, cupping it in his hands.  "I want you," he whispered against her lips.
    She looked down at him with wide eyes.  "Oh?  What do you want to do about that?"
    His hand moved down between them, down across her belly to her core, stroking her there, making certain she was ready for him.  He pulled her thighs to either side of his, positioning her where he wanted her.  "How about this?" he asked, pushing inside her as he pressed his lips against hers.
    His lips swallowed her gasp of pain, and he held her still over him, hoping her body would quickly acclimate to his invasion. 
    Ashley pulled her lips from his, resting her forehead on his shoulder as she took huge gulps of air.  "This feels so weird," she finally said.
    He forced a laugh.  "Weird good or weird bad?"  Please say it's good .  He so desperately needed to move inside her, it was taking everything inside him not to flip her to her back and begin thrusting.  He had to wait until she was ready, though.  He needed tonight to be as good for her as he knew it would be for him.
    "Good, I think.  At first it hurt, but now, I just kind of feel full."
    He moved a little, watching her face for any sign of pain.
    "I like that.  Do it again!"  Ashley grinned at him, surprised that it actually felt good to her.
    He flipped her then, driving them both to completion. 
    Afterward, they lay together, her head on his chest.  Her fingers didn't stop moving over his shoulder, his chest, his stomach.  When they started to trail lower, he caught them.  "I think you've had enough of that for one night."
    She pouted.  "Are you sure?"
    He laughed.  "I am.  Let me just hold you."  As much as he wanted to make love with her again, he didn't want to risk hurting her, and she was just too new to sexual play.
    She closed her eyes, keeping her hands still.  "My aunt is going to kill me for marrying you," she blurted out.
    "Why?"
    She shrugged, snuggling down more.  "She thinks you and your brothers are trouble."  And sex on a stick .
    "And what do you think?"  He hated the idea of coming between her and her family.
    "I think if you do that to me every night, I won't care how much trouble you are."  She sighed, her eyes closing contentedly.
    He held her as she fell asleep, his eyes open and staring at the ceiling. They had to fix their reputation.  For Ashley, and for the baby.  For all of them.

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Ashley woke up and instantly knew who she was with and what had happened.  Normally, she came awake slowly, struggling to remember where she was and why.  When she woke, she saw Barrett watching her.  "I was just about to wake you.  We need to get back to Texas."
    She sighed.  "I wish we had more time."
    He