Page 71 of Nanny for the Cowboy

“And what exactly are you doing?” I hear the tease in his voice.

“I’m just going with the flow.” I lift up onto my tippy toes, kissing him again before saying, “And right now, the flow is pulling me right into your arms.”

Brooks laughs, but that deep rumble lets me know he’s on the same page that I am. Smirking, he settles me against him even more, and then his lips brush over mine, a ghost of a kiss.

“I have an idea.” The whisper is heady and teasing. “But it’s entirely up to you.”

“Okaay,” I drag out, a combination of excited and suspicious.

Brooks takes my cheek in his hand, swiping his thumb back and forth across my skin. “How’d you like to try something a little…spicy?”

“Spicy?” I smile, leaning backward as I eye him. “I’m intrigued.”

“I’d like for it to be a surprise. So,” Brooks turns me around in his arms, guiding me toward the bed, “close your eyes, Lucky. And trust me.”

The words ring in my head, but the truth is I do—implicitly. “Okay.”

Shutting my eyes, I let Brooks guide me down to the bed. I’m lying on my stomach now, and his hands smooth over me from my shoulders all the way down to my feet, where he stops and pulls off my socks.

I giggle, and then Brooks’s hands find the waistband of my jean shorts. He lifts my hips, undoing the button and zipper so he can pull the denim fabric from my body.

Raising my hips to help him, I appreciate this slow flirtation. He’s stripping me so methodically, and my heart is beating hummingbird-fast against my ribs.

“Your skin is like silk, Lucky.” I jump when Brooks’s lips touch my ass cheek where the underwear doesn’t cover it. “I could fucking devour you.”

Sucking in a breath only to blow it back out on a sharp, short laugh, I grin, still keeping my eyes closed.

“Yes, please.”

Brooks chuckles, and then the shorts are gone. Next, he returns to my waist, but this time, it’s to bundle up the fabric of my thin, button-down shirt.

I’ve fallen into the stereotypical “country” fashion since I’ve been working on the ranch, and I have to admit that there’s actually a purpose behind it. I stay cool and protected from the sun.

But now, it’s time for the shirt to go, and Brooks takes his time popping each button, which is only possible because he’s gotten me to push up onto my hands and knees.

Soon, the button-down is open, the two halves hanging freely. Brooks gently pushes me back down to the bed, working with me to get the sleeves off each of my arms in turn.

I’m topless now, only my bra and underwear covering me, and then I feel Brooks’s hand on the small of my back, all warm, calloused skin.

“Stay right there. I’m going to grab something.”

Nodding, I wait patiently, chewing on my lip from the anticipation. When Brooks returns, having gone into his drawer by the sound of things, I tense, eager to know what he’s about to do.

“Relax, Lucky.” Brooks’s lips brush my ear, sending goosebumps skittering across my skin. “I think you’ll like it.”

The bed dips as Brooks kneels over the top of me, his legs straddling my hips. One hand lightly brushes up and down my spine, and everything tingles.

I’m so aware of the sensations; each centimeter of flesh that he caresses is alive and alert. Then, there’s something else.

It’s a bit prickly but not too much, and I can feel whatever it is inch its way up my back. It nearly tickles, but there’s just enough pressure—delivered via Brooks’s steady hand—that I’m able to keep from falling into a fit of giggles.

“We don’t use these anymore. It’s not kind to the animals, but I could hardly get rid of them since they’re antiques. Belonged to my family.”

The sensation works its way up to my shoulder, where it backs off enough to have me twitching, and Brooks chuckles.

When I crack my lid to see what’s going on, there’s a little metal device in front of my face gleaming.

A spur.

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