It was the shrill ring of a phone that dragged me unwillingly through layers of thick, deep sleep that can only be accomplished by being thoroughly exhausted. In my personal case this morning, I wasn't going to complain about the lack of sleep. In fact, as my pillow shifted under me to reach for the offending piece of equipment, I decided I could probably learn to have only 3 hours of sleep every night for the rest of my life.
"Yo." I felt the grumble of his deep voice, deliciously even deeper and huskier than normal in the early morning, under my cheek and I sighed with contentment. Sex endorphins can obviously kick the asses the early morning bitch thoughts because I think I just smiled at the feel of Ranger's hand lightly whispering across the length of my bare back. In my current blissful arrangement of sticky skin, I couldn't imagine what took us so long to get to this point.
"Be there in 20."
Except that.
I heard the phone snap shut and had an unflattering flashback to the single previous night we had spent together – and felt my heart constrict painfully in my chest. Doubts instantly flooded, making me second guess everything I had assumed yesterday – and I hated it.
Of course, I probably should have been more focused on talking through everything instead of seeing how many Ranger orgasms I could fit into a night, but I blame that fully on the Hungarian hormones.
I silently berated myself, forcing my now tense body to relax back into him, repeating over and over that it wasn't going to be anything like last time. They were, as Ranger had once phrased it, emotionally invested in each other.
"Babe, I have to go." His voice startled me out of my mantra, but I refused to move a muscle. I wasn't giving up my heavenly position so easily; I decided I would need some serious convincing.
He ran his fingers through my hair, breaking my body out in sensual chills, as they came down to cup my face and force it to face him. His lips met mine tenderly, his hands roaming deliciously over my sensitive skin, and just when I was becoming completely oblivious to everything outside of this room… he was gone.
I blinked, almost dizzy from the crash back to earth before looking to my right and dazedly watching him throw on his clothes from yesterday. The insane realization that all black ensembles obviously helped out tremendously in these types of situations crossed my mind, as no one would know you were wearing the same clothes as the previous day if they all looked alike. Something to consider.
Then, before I could even comprehend what was happening, he had walked out of my bedroom heading for the front door.
What the… oh, hell no. I went from dazed-and-confused to rhino-bitch mode in 0.2 seconds.
"Wait just one minute there, Buster!" I yelled, hastily throwing on the first oversized T-shirt I came across on my floor and rushing down the hall. Ranger had paused at my front door, holding the knob in his hand and watching me barrel into his sight, head cocked curiously. Batman confusion. "Where are you off to? Who was that on the phone?"
Ranger exhaled a bit of breath that equaled a sigh and simply said, "Babe." I was exasperating a man with two guns and a knife hidden on his extraordinary body and probably, if I didn't want to see the inside of a shipping crate, I should shut my mouth now.
Unfortunately, Stupid-Stephanie had taken over and was hell bent on clarifying this new situation.
"Don't 'Babe' me… didn't we come to an understanding last night?"
At the reference to last night's 'understanding' Ranger's eyes darkened into molten pools of lust and I immediately felt my nipples pucker in response. I was suddenly extremely aware that I was wearing nothing but a T-shirt… damned Hungarian hormones. I felt a blush overtake my body and I looked quickly away from the tempting Cuban Sex God.
Note to self: Still not prepared for Ranger style double entendres.
"This would be a good moment to start working on your lack of communication issues."
Ranger raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything and Stupid-Stephanie instantly reared her head again, wanting to push the limits of Mystery Man's control.
"For example: 'Babe that was Tank… I have a meeting in a half hour, I'll call you later…'" I imitated, in a deep, mocking tone. I saw Ranger's lips stretch into one of his rare, genuine smiles and knew I was amusing him. The sight boosted my confidence and I continued to tease. "Okay, probably you'll never get to that many words all at once, but you get the point."
"Babe, you know without me telling you that when I get a call like that its work related, especially since you just summarized my conversation for me, and we usually do see each other or talk without planning to." He almost sounded exasperated, but luckily for me, still amused. Obviously, the ESP was out of order and he had no idea why I was making this into a big deal.
"How often do we have phone conversations that have nothing to do with work or S.O.S. calls?" I countered. "And occasionally seeing you pass through the bonds office for 5 minutes… 10 if it includes a trip to the alley, isn't what I had in mind."
His blank face had slipped on along with his work clothes, but I could see the spark of realization in his eyes at my words – Ranger's own personal light bulb moment.
"See… you have some serious catching up to do in the whole light-bulb-epiphanies race." My voice was purely mocking seriousness.
I didn't see him move but suddenly I was pinned between the hard wall at my back and his rock hard body molded to my front, his face centimeters from mine.
"And you still have some explaining to do about a few of your epiphanies, Babe. I let you distract me last night, but I haven't forgotten." The feel of rumbling from his chest due to his low voice vs. the silkiness that flowed over my body from his tone initiated a pleasurable shiver through me. Which is why it took me a minute to decipher the words he had actually spoken and not just how they felt, and I immediately remembered describing words that had come out of his mouth as stupid. Probably I wouldn't want to explain that… probably I'll go with a distraction technique again. It would be a hardship, but I'm pretty sure I could handle the torture.