Page 38 of A Forever Kind of Rancher

“I get that.” He cupped her chin. “It’s not gonna just be the once, though. You know that.”

She could resist. She could tell him it had to be once. She could tell him that, for their own protection, they needed to keep it that way. That they had to be smart. But she would only end up back in his bed the next time they were alone in the house, and it would just make her a liar.

She wasn’t going to do that. She wasn’t going to insult them.

Because the truth was, she wanted him again even now, and if she wasn’t on a time limit, she would probably be climbing on him.

Because she hadn’t been able to touch him the way she wanted to, hadn’t been able to explore him. Hadn’t been able to taste him.

And she was just not in the space to build up a host of regrets. Or even a single new regret.

“I am going to leave,” she said.

“You said.”

“I’m not even divorced yet.”

“You are in every way that counts.”

“Except the legal ways. And I have to get through that.”

“I get that.”

“Thank you. For being here for me. I really appreciate it. I really... This is going to happen again.”

“Yes,” he said.

And then it was her turn to be bold. Because why get missish now?

“I need to taste you,” she said. “I haven’t had you in my mouth.”

He growled, and she found herself pushed flat on her back, a whole lot of muscled, aroused cowboy over the top of her.

“Careful.”

“I don’t have time,” she said. “Because as wonderful as that was, I can’t stop having my life just so I can please you sexually.”

“Tease.”

“It feels good to tease.”

It felt good to be with him.

It was strange how natural it felt, sliding out from beneath the covers and taunting him with her naked body as she went to collect her clothes.

She just wasn’t embarrassed.

And she wasn’t going to pretend to be. Why take on shame she simply didn’t feel? There was no point to that.

Now she just had to get through the rest of the day with her head on straight. She had to pick up her girls like she hadn’t just been ravished. She had to get dinner made.

“I’m probably gonna go out tonight,” he said. “Don’t worry about saving me dinner.”

And that felt... It hurt. It felt like he was avoiding her, and maybe he was.

“Oh,” she said.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, though.”

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