Now he craved.
She whimpered in the back of her throat and he swallowed the sound whole. Her surrender even sweeter. But even he couldn’t take her with Shane’s picture at his back. Ranger lifted her, not breaking contact with her lips, and carried her through the open doorway to the kitchen. He backed her up to the table, sat her down on the edge and nestled his hips between her spread legs.
Not once did he take his mouth from hers. He couldn't. He didn't want to give her a chance to think. To change her mind. He needed her too much, and he didn't think he could stop even if a tornado ripped through the house right now. Ranger laid her down on the table, sliding a hand to her waist. Her hip, her thigh, his hand inching beneath the edge of her nightgown.
Amy’s hand threaded in his hair, holding him to her. He eased his hand up her leg, stopping when the back of his fingers brushed her panties. Her heat radiated through the thin material.
“You’re so beautiful. So soft.” His cock was so hard it was about to explode. But he had to take his time, drive her beyond the point of control. Leave her needing and wanting until she was begging. Until she only wanted him.
His lips drifted down, caressing her throat, her collarbone. Her fingers tangled in his hair and he used his teeth to pull the thin strap of her gown down her shoulder, baring her breast. A perfect pink little nipple thrust up, hard and searching. Ranger suckled it into his mouth, groaning at her perfect taste.
“Ranger, yes.” His name was a hiss on her lips, her hips rising. He ripped the remaining strap off her shoulder and lavished the same attention to her other breast until she was keening under his touch. Ranger had to fight for every ounce of control and his body not to rip her nightgown off and take her right there.
“You like when I kiss you here?” Ranger lifted his head, watching her. Her eyes were half closed in pleasure.
“Yes.” She arched up from the table and pulled him down to her. Seeking more.
Ranger smiled, holding his head up. Slowly, he dipped his finger around the edge of her panties. Grazing her between the legs with the back of his finger. She gasped and lifted her hips. “What about here? Would you like me to kiss you here?”
He flicked his finger again, back and forth, her moans driving him wild. “Yes. Please.” Her voice was barely a gasp. Ranger lowered his head and took her nipple back into his mouth, drawing hard. He found her entrance and thrust a finger inside, her tight sheath squeezing him. “Oh God, don’t stop.”
His cock longed to replace his finger, but he forced himself to go slow. He wanted more than a one-night stand and a lifetime of regret.
He wanted all of her body heart and soul.
Ranger kissed and licked his way down her stomach. He pulled her nightgown down, over her hips and tossed it on the floor. He stood then, needing to see all of her. Amy stared up at him, panting, her chest rising and falling in sharp breaths. Ranger hooked his fingers in her panties. “If you want to stop, tell me now. I’ll leave. I’ll walk out that door. This is your last chance.”
He held his breath, her answer could rip him apart. Or make him whole. Amy sat up on her elbows, her long loose red hair falling in waves down her back. Ranger stood transfixed at the sight before him. She was breathtaking.
“I don’t want you to go. Stay. Make love to me.” Her words went beyond sweet and sent him soaring. He captured her lips once more in a fiery kiss meant to sear her soul, but he knew she was permanently imprinted on his.
Ranger broke long enough to rip his shirt off. Then he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her naked chest to his and groaning at the sensation of her soft skin and her hard nipples digging into his chest.
She was his. He pressed her back on the table and stood. Amy lay before him like a feast and he had every intention of devouring her, every last drop.
Chapter 11
She shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be letting him touch her like this. She shouldn't be touching him like this. But God the need was burning out of control. His mouth seared her body. Controlled her lips. And she was helpless to do anything but return his kiss, return his touch. She was on fire.
His mouth trailed down her neck, licking and sucking, stopping to nibble briefly on her breast until she arched and cried out. Then he went further south, tracing down to her navel and hooking his fingers into the top of her panties. He didn’t stop and ask for permission. He yanked them down and threw them over his shoulder. Then he pushed her knees wide and pressed his lips to her sex. Her mouth opened but she couldn't scream, all the oxygen left her body in a rush. He licked her. Amy grabbed the sides of the table and held on for dear life.
“You're so wet for me baby. You taste so good.” Ranger’s words were rough with desire and so sexy she almost came. When his mouth returned to her, he started a long, slow torturous dance that had her hips bucking uncontrollably to the tune of his tongue.
It had been so long since she’d felt anything. Let alone the desire to have a man’s hands on her body driving her wild. He increased his pace, flicking light and quick. Her desire rose high, pulled tight, she was so close. If he would press a little harder, she would shatter into a million pieces, but it was like he sensed how close she was and pulled back, slowing his movements. Just enough to hold her at the edge, but not push her over.
And then she felt his finger tracing her lips, easing inside her. She held her breath, hoping he wouldn’t stop. Ranger pushed in, shallow and pulled back out, leaving her frustrating and wanting more. Again, he repeated, sliding his finger in only to pull out too soon. Her hands left the table and locked into his hair groaning in frustration. He chuckled against her skin. “Do you want more?”
“Yes. Please.” Amy was beyond caring or thought. Her body craved him. If he didn’t finish she would die.
He slid his finger in a third time, not stopping until he bottomed out inside her and she gasped and spasmed around his finger.
She’d been without a man for too long. Ranger flicked her clit with his tongue and worked her with his hand. Amy held on to him, riding him.
Her world narrowed to just Ranger. Just his torture. Her muscles tensed, her stomach heavy and tight. So close. So close.
Ranger stopped and pulled out. “I need you to tell me again. Tell me that you want me.” Rangers voice broke through the haze of desire, but she couldn't comprehend his words. He’d turned her into a mindless mass of desire and need. She twisted her head from side to side.
“I want you so fucking bad I’m about to explode, but I need you to say it. Tell me that you want me.” His tone was even darker, rasping over her sensitive skin. His tongue lashed her clit and she cried out, but couldn’t say the words.
He growled, sensing her resistance and inserted a second finger, slamming into her hard and fast and deep driving her so close to the edge, only to pull out again and leave her sobbing with need.
He pushed her past logical thought, past sanity. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but she wanted him more than she wanted to breathe. She wanted Ranger James. And she wanted him now. “I want you. Please, Ranger please I want you.” Her voice was edged with desperation.
Ranger all but growled and ripped his jeans off. He stood before her one hundred percent drop dead sexy. His muscular chest expanding and contracting with deep breaths. Her gaze traveled down an abdomen chiseled from stone, his huge cock jutting up almost to his belly button. She swallowed.
“Last chance. I don’t know if I can stop, but I will try.” Ranger held her hostage with his intense gaze. She knew he was barely holding himself back. And she had never wanted anyone as bad as she wanted this man.
Amy was past the point of talking. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around him, thumbing his tip, spreading the small drop of pre-cum. He bucked, his cock swelled and throbbed in her palm.
Ranger fell on her, taking her lips in a searing kiss. His cock nestled at her entrance and she let her knees fall wide. He pressed inside her, stretching her, wider than she reme
mbered. She gasped at the sudden sensation, he filled her. Going slow. Inching inside, knowing she needed time to adjust to his size.
Amy watched as he gritted his teeth and pushed forward, sweat dripping onto her as he leaned down and took her mouth. They touched everywhere, and she felt every millimeter of friction inside and outside. The sensation was too much and not enough. He was taking it easy on her, going slow, but she didn’t want slow anymore.
“Honey, if you don’t stop wiggling I won’t be able to control myself.” Ranger inched in a little more.
“Ranger, now. Please, don’t go slow. I need you.” Her nails dug into his butt, urging him forward.
And he obliged, driving in hard and deep, stealing her breath and filling her completely.
She gasped, skating the edge of pain and pleasure, her hips bucking to meet him, take him. He was so big she didn't know how they fit, but they did. Perfectly. And she wanted all of him. Every bit. He pulled out, leaving her empty, but just as she felt the keen absence, he filled her again. And again. He thrust, taking her in long, hard strokes, driving her beyond thought. Beyond anything but feeling. All she could do was hold on and trust Ranger to take her there.
Ranger stood, lifted her legs from around his waist and up over his shoulders, pushing her down until her knees were almost touching her shoulders. The new position allowed him to go deeper, to places she’d never been touched. He felt bigger, harder. He pulled out and thrust in, taking her so completely she shattered.
She heard herself crying out, but couldn’t register anything but the ride of pleasure. And Ranger didn’t stop, he didn’t give her mercy, he slammed into her over and over, forcing her to ride that wave. Finally, he stiffened and groaned. He filled her with his heat. With all of him.
Her body went limp and he let her legs fall to the table. He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to his chest.
Amy wasn't sure how much time passed before Ranger started to nuzzle her neck and place small kisses on her cheek. She smiled, high on her first climax in years. And if she were honest, her best climax ever. Without a word, Ranger lifted her up, keeping her legs wrapped around him and carried her into her bedroom. Once they settled on the bed, she laid her cheek against his chest.
Thoughts of the past few months, thoughts of shame and guilt couldn't punch past her consciousness. She refused to let go of this feeling. Tonight, tonight she would savor him. And tomorrow... She would think about tomorrow in the morning.
Chapter 12
Ranger came instantly awake. He blinked, trying to bring the strange surroundings into focus. Then Amy shifted in his arms and memories from earlier in the night flooded back. Contentment filled him and he pulled her tighter against his chest, every single inch of her skin pressed against him.
His dream had come true. Amy admitted she wanted him. Only him. And she’d shown him in ways he’d not even dreamed existed. He rubbed his chest again, that familiar ache forming. He’d told her he loved her. He’d given her all of him. Every piece.
She hadn’t said she loved him, though. She said she wanted him. Ranger wanted more, he wanted all of her. Forever. But he knew he had to go slow. Amy wasn’t immature and rash. She thought about decisions and she took her time. And she needed time to accept him in her life.
Ranger glanced around the dark bedroom, taking in the four-poster bed. Shane’s bed. His memory hung over Ranger’s head like a freaking ghost. Got to stop thinking about him. Shane isn’t here. He would want someone who really loved Amy to take care of her. Of the child he’d never met.
He forced himself to shake off the eerie sense of being watched. It was just his mind, his guilt. He looked around, taking in his surroundings, studying the concrete. The here and now. The wall to the right was nothing but windows and French doors leading out onto the back porch. To the left was the door, and toward the end of the bed on the far wall was the door to the bathroom. Something fluttered, snapped, and Ranger’s gaze jerked back to the right. A curtain billowed out from the window.
His breathing slowed. He reached for his gun, and then he remembered it was in the kitchen. In his pants on the floor. The curtain lifted again, but no one stepped from it. No shadow emerged. He watched, waiting, unable to really shake the feeling of someone else’s presence. Great, he was turning into one of those pussies that freaked out over every little shadow. Had to be the crazy night. Had to be Amy scaring the ever-loving shit out of him. And Shane’s picture on the mantle as Ranger kissed his wife.
Stop. Stop now. Ranger wasn’t scared of shadows or ghosts. He was the fucking shadow in the night.
Amy’s thigh shifted across his own, and his cock hardened instantly. He knew without a doubt that having her once would never be enough. He planned to take her until she couldn't think. Couldn't form reasons for them not to be together. Until all she could think of was him.
He would fuck the past right out of them both.
He flipped her onto her back and nestled between her legs. Her body was still hot and wet. He was at home with her. He pressed a reverent kiss to her parted lips. She was completely bare for his perusal and he took his time exploring the curves and depths of her body. Her breasts were big and heavy for such a petite woman, but fit her perfectly. Her hips flared out provocatively, drawing him down. Pressing kisses across her flat tummy and hipbones. And still she slept.
Ranger continued lower until he was nestled between her legs. She was completely bare here. He inhaled, her scent filled his nostrils and his cock swelled. She smelled of sex and spice and him. And he fucking loved it. Wanted more. Ranger dipped down and kissed her there. That first taste hadn't been enough. He continued at his leisure, exploring her depths until her hips were lifting. Soft moans came from her mouth and her fingers tangled in the sheets beside him. He knew she’d wakened. But he wasn't about to give in yet. He continued tasting her, learning what she needed. Intending to drive her crazy with lust. As crazy as he felt.
He licked her, from bottom to top. She screamed his name and lifted her hips completely off the bed. His cock was so hard, he could feel the pre-come dripping from him. He couldn't hold out any longer. Quickly, he rose on his elbows and slammed into her, enjoying her gasp. She wrapped around him like a tight hot fist, squeezing his cock. Milking him. Made just for him.
“Ranger, don’t stop. Please.” Her voice was raspy with sex and sleep. Her sweet begging drove him beyond sanity. He couldn’t take it slow. Couldn’t hold back.
He flipped her over and lifted her hips until she was on her knees and elbows. The most perfect ass he'd ever seen lifted for his pleasure. Before she got her balance, he slammed into her from behind. Her fist clenched into the sheets and she screamed.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He almost growled the words. “You’re mine.” They came out rough and uneven, his need to possess her bordering animalistic. And still it wasn't enough. He needed all of her. He dipped his thumb into her sweet juices and spread her wetness from her pussy to the tight little pink hole between her butt cheeks. She squirmed, but he continued to spread her juices up, coating her other entrance, while he fucked her. Sliding in and out, her pussy so tight he couldn’t stand it. Each time he pulled out, he slid more of her juices, coating her until she was slick enough for him to slip his thumb inside.
“Ranger. What are you doing?” She gasped, but continued to ride him.
“Shhh. Trust me. Relax.” Ranger worked his thumb, eased it inside, until she clenched around him. Amy moaned and dropped her head to the mattress, her fingers tangling in the sheets. Yanking and fisting the material. Her hair matted to her back with sweat. She was gorgeous.
And he was so close to breaking.
Ranger forced himself to slow down, to go easy. He knew she hadn’t been with a man in a while, and suspected, from her tight little anus strangling his thumb, she’d never been taken there. The thought that he would be her first had his balls tightening and his cock swelling rock hard. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder, bit dow
n, then licked the pain away.
Her fingers twisted and tangled the sheets, her eyes were closed, her mouth open and gasping. Ranger pushed his thumb all the way in, watching as her brows drew together and she bit her lip. Fuck she was so sexy. “I need you. I need to hear you say it again, Amy. Tell me you need me.”
There's no hesitation on her part this time her words came out sobbing, “Ranger. Please Ranger I need you.”
“Do you trust me?” He held his breath, held his body still inside her.
She jerked, clenched around him. “Yes. I trust you.” Amy buried her head in the mattress and thrust her hips back, impaling herself this time. Ranger threw his head back, barely holding on to the need to scream.
His hands locked onto her hips and he pulled out, lining himself up with her back entrance. Sweat beaded and dripped down his face. He pushed forward, her tight entrance strangling the tip of his cock. He inched further, pushing past her resistance, past her tight ring until his head popped inside. She squeezed him. Hard. Her ass clenched around him and it was all he could do to keep from shooting his load right there.
“Oh God.” Amy yanked on the sheets again, so hard she pulled them off the mattress. Tigress.
“Are you okay?” He forced himself to ask.
“God, yes.” Her cry drove him beyond reason. Ranger gripped her hips and pushed inside, grinding his teeth together, vowing he would hold on to his control. He rubbed a shaking hand down her back and pushed forward another inch. Each time he moved, she gasped and her soft whimpers drove him wild. This is what he needed from her. What she needed from him. Unable to stop himself or hold back another second he thrust forward.
Amy cried out and his own cry matched hers. She was so tight, she was strangling his cock. Warm. Hot. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head with pleasure. He knew no matter how much control he practiced he wouldn't be able to last long. So he spread her knees until her chest rested on the bed, her arm stretched out above her head and the only thing sticking up in the air was her glorious ass with him buried deep inside.
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