pulled down the comforter and got
in, easing Susanna onto the bed next to him. “But I…”
He motioned her silent with his finger
to her lips before folding her into his embrace. He pulled up the covers and squeezed
her hand before whispering, “Great job.” The even breathing of the baby, plus
Quinn’s strong arms and warm body, soothed Susanna. She was asleep before she
could answer him.
* * * *
The sun came in early, but the baby
slept on. Susanna curled into Quinn then opened her eyes. Exhausted from the
ordeal the night before, she was disoriented. In bed with Quinn, wearing only a T-shirt? What happened? He
stirred, snaking his arm around her waist and spooning her from behind. His
lips nuzzled her neck.
For a moment, Susanna forgot herself
in the safety he provided. She cuddled back against him, wrapping her fingers
around his biceps. If things were
different. Snuggling with him in bed could lead to…so many wonderful
possibilities. She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to dream
a little about them together.
A sweet sigh escaped her lips as he
found a sensitive spot on her shoulder. His fingers made contact with her skin
as they fanned out against her stomach. Her pulse kicked up as his hand
approached her breast.
As much as she wanted him, not this
way. He has to know it’s me, not just
some woman in his bed. Me, Susanna Barnes. God, I want him. He’s so tempting. He
closed his fingers gently around her soft flesh, and she shuddered. Shutting
her eyes tight, she fought with herself for control. Right now. He could take me right now. No! Have some pride!
“Quinn?”
“Hmm?” He muttered as his hand
continued to caress her.
“You do know it’s me, Susanna? Not
one of your sexy playmates.”
“Of course. Aren’t you a sexy
playmate?” The vibration of his baritone voice against her back sent a tingle
up her spine.
“I’m the nanny,” she said, pulling
down the sheets and throwing her legs over the side.
“Love you in just a T-shirt.” She
sensed his gaze on her body, and it made her warm. He rubbed his stubbly face
with one hand and stifled a yawn.
The fog surrounding her brain was
slowly lifting. Taking a deep breath to keep her voice steady she replied, “It
was a traumatic night.” She approached the crib just as the baby opened his
eyes. He gave her a weak smile. She placed her hand on his forehead. “He’s
cooler but still has a little fever.”
Quinn shoved the
covers all the way down and pushed to his feet. As he stood in his boxers,
looking so cool and gorgeous, Susanna wanted to run her palms down his chest
and kiss his neck. But a wry smile on his face distracted her. Focusing on his
lips, hers puckered slightly as if to kiss him.
“Let me take the
little slugger while you go back to bed.”
“It’s my job to
take care of him. And he’s sick. I can’t desert him now.”
“You’re not
deserting him. You’re resting so you can continue.”
Weariness seeped
into her bones. “But you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Am I that stupid I
couldn’t figure it out after watching you?”
“Well, not stupid,
just…uninformed?”
“Not anymore. Go
on, at least for an hour,” he gave her a gentle shove, and she fell into a
sitting position on the bed then collapsed on her back.
Quinn picked up
Junior and brought him over to the dresser to be changed. Once the baby had a
fresh diaper, Quinn picked him up. “ Pedialyte ?”
“Yeah,” she said as
sleep forced her eyes closed. She rolled over and scooted up to put her head on
the pillow. The last thing she saw was Quinn chesting the baby with one large
hand as he pulled the sheet and blanket over her with the other. She muttered a
muffled “thanks.”
“Come on, little
man, time to get better.” He left the room as she drifted into slumber.
* * * *
By three o’clock in the afternoon,
Junior’s fever was down to ninety-nine degrees. Quinn was out on interviews,
and
in, easing Susanna onto the bed next to him. “But I…”
He motioned her silent with his finger
to her lips before folding her into his embrace. He pulled up the covers and squeezed
her hand before whispering, “Great job.” The even breathing of the baby, plus
Quinn’s strong arms and warm body, soothed Susanna. She was asleep before she
could answer him.
* * * *
The sun came in early, but the baby
slept on. Susanna curled into Quinn then opened her eyes. Exhausted from the
ordeal the night before, she was disoriented. In bed with Quinn, wearing only a T-shirt? What happened? He
stirred, snaking his arm around her waist and spooning her from behind. His
lips nuzzled her neck.
For a moment, Susanna forgot herself
in the safety he provided. She cuddled back against him, wrapping her fingers
around his biceps. If things were
different. Snuggling with him in bed could lead to…so many wonderful
possibilities. She closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to dream
a little about them together.
A sweet sigh escaped her lips as he
found a sensitive spot on her shoulder. His fingers made contact with her skin
as they fanned out against her stomach. Her pulse kicked up as his hand
approached her breast.
As much as she wanted him, not this
way. He has to know it’s me, not just
some woman in his bed. Me, Susanna Barnes. God, I want him. He’s so tempting. He
closed his fingers gently around her soft flesh, and she shuddered. Shutting
her eyes tight, she fought with herself for control. Right now. He could take me right now. No! Have some pride!
“Quinn?”
“Hmm?” He muttered as his hand
continued to caress her.
“You do know it’s me, Susanna? Not
one of your sexy playmates.”
“Of course. Aren’t you a sexy
playmate?” The vibration of his baritone voice against her back sent a tingle
up her spine.
“I’m the nanny,” she said, pulling
down the sheets and throwing her legs over the side.
“Love you in just a T-shirt.” She
sensed his gaze on her body, and it made her warm. He rubbed his stubbly face
with one hand and stifled a yawn.
The fog surrounding her brain was
slowly lifting. Taking a deep breath to keep her voice steady she replied, “It
was a traumatic night.” She approached the crib just as the baby opened his
eyes. He gave her a weak smile. She placed her hand on his forehead. “He’s
cooler but still has a little fever.”
Quinn shoved the
covers all the way down and pushed to his feet. As he stood in his boxers,
looking so cool and gorgeous, Susanna wanted to run her palms down his chest
and kiss his neck. But a wry smile on his face distracted her. Focusing on his
lips, hers puckered slightly as if to kiss him.
“Let me take the
little slugger while you go back to bed.”
“It’s my job to
take care of him. And he’s sick. I can’t desert him now.”
“You’re not
deserting him. You’re resting so you can continue.”
Weariness seeped
into her bones. “But you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Am I that stupid I
couldn’t figure it out after watching you?”
“Well, not stupid,
just…uninformed?”
“Not anymore. Go
on, at least for an hour,” he gave her a gentle shove, and she fell into a
sitting position on the bed then collapsed on her back.
Quinn picked up
Junior and brought him over to the dresser to be changed. Once the baby had a
fresh diaper, Quinn picked him up. “ Pedialyte ?”
“Yeah,” she said as
sleep forced her eyes closed. She rolled over and scooted up to put her head on
the pillow. The last thing she saw was Quinn chesting the baby with one large
hand as he pulled the sheet and blanket over her with the other. She muttered a
muffled “thanks.”
“Come on, little
man, time to get better.” He left the room as she drifted into slumber.
* * * *
By three o’clock in the afternoon,
Junior’s fever was down to ninety-nine degrees. Quinn was out on interviews,
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