Sweet Tooth (Little Cakes, #11)(17)

He patted her bottom. “After dinner, Little one. Let’s get some nourishment before I add to your firsts.”

“Okay, but you promise you’ll show me after?”

“Promise.” He slid off the end of the bed and headed for his dresser as she pushed to sitting and eased her legs over the side of the bed.

When he returned, he held up a T-shirt. “Arms up, Bunny.”

She lifted them to let him pull the T-shirt over her head. “What about the shorts and shirt you gave me earlier?”

“Things changed,” he teased.

“What things?” she tossed back, loving the banter.

He pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and then lifted her off the bed to set her on her feet. He reached under the hem of her shirt to rub her sore bottom. “I gave you those clothes before I knew I was going to want to be able to see your naked bottom several times this evening so I can make sure it’s not bruising and so I can check to see if your pussy is wet about a dozen times.”

She gasped. “Daddy!”

He laughed. “I love it when you get all flustered. Now, come on. We’re heading for the kitchen. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars.”

She giggled. “I forgot you wanted to play Monopoly.”





Chapter Eight





Elizabeth looked around the kitchen. Tom had firmly directed her to a seat at the round wooden table. “I could help?” she offered again.

“You’ve cooked all day,” he reminded her. “It’s my turn. Besides, it’s almost ready.”

“Okay.” Deciding to make the most of her sitting time, Elizabeth eased her bare feet up onto a nearby chair and groaned in delight.

“It feels good to put your feet up, doesn’t it? I’m sure you’re dashing around as much as I am all day.”

“Yes, but even worse is standing in one place. I did buy myself one of those padded kitchen mats. It’s at my favorite spot in the kitchen,” she shared.

“Smart. And good shoes are a must. I go through a bunch out in the field.”

Tom carried a plate of fresh vegetables to the table, along with diced chicken, tortillas, and salsa. “I hope you like tacos or even taco salad.”

“Is there someone who doesn’t like tacos?” she asked, suddenly ravenous.

“Probably. They’re not allowed in my house,” he joked, holding out the plate of warmed tortillas.

Elizabeth took one and helped herself to the fixings he’d prepared. Popping one bit of vine-ripe tomato in her mouth, she chewed with pleasure. “You can definitely tell what’s fresh. These have so much more flavor.”

“Try some salsa. My mom makes a ton each year so we can all enjoy it.”

Elizabeth poured a bit onto her taco and topped it with cheese. Lifting the treat, she saluted Tom with it before tilting her head to take a bite. “Yum. This is the best thing ever.”

“It doesn’t hurt that our activity made us hungry,” he smirked.

“These are delicious,” she complimented and took another bite.

“Thank you.” He stared at her for a moment. “Have you noticed you always tilt your head to the right? To kiss and to eat tacos.”

“Not always, surely.” Elizabeth attempted to angle to the other side and dropped some of the filling onto the plate. “That doesn’t work as well.”

Curious now, she offered her lips to him. When he got close, Elizabeth tried to tilt her head to the left, expecting it to feel weird. It didn’t. The kiss was incredible.

Tom scooped her out of the chair and onto his lap. When her punished bottom made her gasp, he swept his tongue into her mouth to tangle and seduce her with his own flavor. She flung her arms around his neck and held on as he kissed her breathless.

“You’re better than tacos,” she blurted when he lifted his mouth from hers.

“Now that’s a compliment. Should I get a T-shirt with that on it?” he joked as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“No one else needs to know. I like having secrets.”

“I like sharing private things with you. Daddies and Little girls are special together.”

Nodding, Elizabeth tried to regain her balance. Definitely the relationship building between them was combustible. Tom drew her close and pressed a kiss to her forehead before hugging her tightly. She’d never felt this way about anyone before.

That thought scared her a bit. “Maybe I should go over there and finish my taco.”

“How about if your taco comes here and you let Daddy hold you?” Tom suggested, pulling her plate closer.

Elizabeth took another bite of her taco, turning her head to the right as normal. She smiled as she chewed. If she had to be ambidextrous at anything, kissing rocked. Or at least his kisses did.

Cheerfully chatting through the rest of the meal, she enjoyed sitting on her Daddy’s lap and having his undivided attention. When they finished, she asked, “Can we see the nursery now?”

“Let’s put everything in the sink. The rabbits would love to have a treat. Would you mind if we take the scraps to the bunnies?”

“I’d love to see them. Then the nursery.”

“Then the nursery,” he agreed with an indulgent smile.