Page 61 of Ranch Rules

“Get out of that towel,” he ordered, intention clear in his blue eyes.

Natalie slid it open, letting it fall to the floor without a moment’s hesitation. Her pulse picked up, even as she quizzically looked at the bottle of pancake syrup in his hand.

Thomas crooked a finger at her, beckoning.

Natalie slid off the stool and stood in front of him, shivering with excitement as he drizzled the warm liquid over her shoulders, down her chest, and a generous amount over her bare breasts.

He set the bottle back on the counter with a definite thunk. “Come here, little-bit. Remember, I’m starvin’.”

She had only taken a step toward him when he reached for her hand, pulling her the rest of the way. And then his mouth was back on her skin, licking, suckling, teasingly nibbling. Natalie’s hands found themselves intertwined in his hair, holding on for dear life as she moaned, equal parts pleasure and longing.

Then his warm tongue was flicking over her nipples, which hardened to pebbles with his attention. When his teeth grazed her aroused nipple, she rose up on her tiptoes, crying out as she clutched fistfuls of his hair.

“You like that, do you?” he asked before pulling her closer. He suckled her breasts one after the other until her thighs were slick with her own juices. Then his mouth traveled lower, trailing kisses all the way to her belly button. He stopped there, his tongue flicking over her belly button.

And then he was at her pussy. She spread her thighs and his tongue lapped up the juices, making her mewl in desire. But still, he didn’t take her. Even though Natalie already felt like she could burst with longing, he upped the ante by turning his attention—and his cool, skilled tongue—to the inner folds of her pussy.

“Thomas,” she ground out, every muscle in her body tightening at his light and delicious touch.

When he began to suck on her clit she came undone. Natalie threw her head back, eyes closed tightly as she began to moan his name. It became a prayer on her lips, though she wasn’t sure what she was praying for. Did she want him to stop? Oh, surely never that.

Her body shuddered with orgasm and when she finally opened her eyes, she blushed to see him looming over her, smiling down at her. It was a sight she could definitely get used to. In fact, she could get used to all of this.

“Now I’m really starvin’.” He got up and when he rejoined her on the floor he had his plate with him. “Open up.”

Natalie propped herself up on an elbow before opening her mouth. She was immediately rewarded with a buttery, sweet piece of pancake. They took turns just like that, with him giving her every other bite.

“I love that look on your face,” he commented after fork feeding her another bite.

“What look?” she asked after she’d chewed and swallowed.

“Like you’re a little in love with me.”

She blushed, unsure of how she was supposed to answer that. She supposed that in truth she was more than a little, but was that the right thing to say?

“Must be the pancakes,” he teased, holding out the fork once more.

She leaned in and accepted it, wishing they could stay in this moment forever. But nothing lasts forever and after what seemed too short a time to her, both plates of pancakes had been consumed.

“All right, I s’pose we better get some work done around here.”

“Work?”

“Aw, you’re cute when you scrunch your nose up like that.” He tapped her nose with his finger. “Yes. How are you at gardening? I need to get some bulbs in the ground before I run out of time.”

“I’ve never tried before.”

Thomas chuckled. “Tell me something, little-bit. Have you ever had any experience that didn’t involve takin’ a test or workin’ on a court case?”

Now that she thought about it, no, but she wasn’t going to tell him that.

He must have guessed anyway, because he chuckled. “Come on, we’ll find something for you to wear.”

“You mean I can’t go out like this?” She popped a hip out, batting her eyes seductively.

“Trust me, I’d like nothin’ more, but it’s a mite chilly outside and Daddy can’t let his girl catch cold. Besides which,” he ran a finger along her bare torso and brought it to his lips, sucking off the syrup and grinning at her, “I think you could use a shower first.”

Natalie felt her cheeks warm in pleasure. She wasn’t sure when she had begun to enjoy all this “daddy” talk, but she couldn’t deny at some point it had happened. She couldn’t deny that he took very good care of her.

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