Disclaimer still applies. Warning for lemony goodness.

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Chapter 4
Stephanie's POV

I didn't ask any questions as Ranger took my hand and pulled me out of the building, making sure I was in the passenger seat before shutting the door and walking around to the driver's side. I knew why he was so anxious to get home, and that thought had me squirming in my seat as he drove out of the parking lot.

We were both quiet as he pulled onto the interstate. I'd thought having some time and distance between us and the pictures would help calm me down, but the closer we got to home, the more anxious I became. I was squeezing my thighs together, hoping to put pressure just where I wanted it most. I was throbbing—the thoughts about being with Ranger like I wanted were keeping me aroused. I even tried rocking my hips, but it just wasn't hitting the right spot.

Ranger must have noticed my wiggling, because without saying a word, he put his hand on my jean-clad thigh and slowly began moving it up. His long, tapered fingers slid along the seam, and when he reached my center, he pressed gently.

I cried out, the sound desperate and needy as he cupped me intimately as best he could from his position on the other side of the car.

"Ride my hand, Babe," he told me, his voice so close to a growl, it made my nipples peak. "Let me take care of you, Stephanie."

When the heel of his hand pressed at just the right spot, I tightened my thighs around him, trapping him there. With a few more gentle thrusts of his hand against me, I fell apart, gasping out his name and clutching onto his arm.

"That's it, Babe. Feel how good that is? Just wait until I get you under me..."

Panting, I relaxed, and Ranger slid his hand back to my thigh. We were quiet again as his hand drifted slowly back up. When he brushed against me once more, I stilled his movements. I didn't want to go again without him.

"Drive faster," I begged him, clutching his hand and watching the scenery fly by to calm myself down. At this rate, I was going to have him pull over before we'd made it back to Trenton, and I refused to let our first time in years—and the first time since we'd become a couple—happen in the car.

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When we got back to RangeMan, Ranger parked the Cayenne in his spot and then came around and opened my door. I grabbed the Batman shirt and took his hand, allowing him to help me from my seat and lead me to the elevator.

As soon as he clicked the fob that would send us to seven, I found myself pinned to the wall of the elevator, Ranger's strong body pressed against mine. I could feel every muscle as he slid his thigh between my legs, pressing up against the seam of my jeans. His hands were braced on either side of my head, and when he leaned down to skim his nose up the side of my neck, I sucked in a breath, the intensity of the moment suddenly overwhelming.

"Babe, when we get inside, you have thirty seconds to get to the bedroom and strip out of those clothes. Whatever you have on when that time is up is going to be ripped off your body, and wherever you are is where I'm going to take you." His voice was a rumbling purr in my ear, causing goosebumps all over my skin.

"O-Okay," I stuttered, reaching up to grasp the front of his shirt. I needed to touch him; I felt I'd go crazy if I didn't. "Y-You, too."

He gave me a slow, wicked grin, his already dark eyes growing even darker. "That won't be a problem, Stephanie. You'll be lucky if I make it to ten."

When the elevator reached seven, he guided me to the apartment door with a hand on my lower back, keeping his body as close to mine as he could get. I could feel his erection poking me from behind, even through his cargoes and my jeans. I arched my back, driving my hips back to rub against him and causing him to fumble the key fob that would allow us into the apartment.

"Babe," he growled softly, making me giggle. "Be glad there are cameras out here or we wouldn't even make it inside."

The sound that came out of me when I realized I'd forgotten about the always-watching eyes of the guys in the control room was enough to lighten the tension enough that Ranger could get the door open and we could move inside.

Once the door closed, I quickened my steps, already tugging off my shirt. By the time I hit the bedroom door, my shirt had been discarded on the floor and my jeans were unsnapped, unzipped, and halfway down my hips. The moment they slid down my legs to the floor, Ranger's arms were around me, pulling me back against him.

His voice was low as he spoke into my ear. "You know, Babe, after the photo shoot today, my body will always respond when you call me Batman..." Then his hand moved to my chest, fingers splayed as he slowly slid it down my body, between my breasts, and over my stomach, until he was cupping me possessively between my thighs. "And I'm seriously reconsidering changing yours from Wonder Woman to Batgirl." He gave a tap with the heel of his hand on the little bat symbol on my panties.

I whimpered, thrusting my hips into his palm.

His other hand moved to my hip and then he slowly knelt, sliding the panties over the curve of my ass, past my thighs, and to my knees, where he dropped them to pool at my feet. Then he stood, his hands ghosting over my skin and settling on my hips.

"Bed," he ordered, removing his hands and pointing to his king-sized bed a few steps in front of us.

By the time I was sprawled out on the bed, resting back on my elbows to watch him, Ranger had unsnapped his cargoes and dropped them to his feet. He stepped out of them, his very hard length shifting with every step. Reaching back over his shoulder, he grabbed the back of his T-shirt and pulled it off over his head—that move that every guy seemed to be able to make that just screamed sexy.

Like a panther, all sleek black hair, powerful muscles, and controlled movements, he climbed onto the mattress and lowered himself to his belly. His hands on my knees, he spread me wide, baring me to his dark, intense gaze.

I kept my eyes on Ranger as he pressed a kiss to my left thigh, trailing his lips and tongue over my skin to the juncture of my leg and thigh. I held my breath, waiting until he moved just inches to where I wanted him most. Instead, he skipped right over it, kissing his way from my right knee back up.

When he settled over my center, he looked up at me from under his long, dark eyelashes and lowered his head. His mouth made contact with my lower lips and his tongue came out, licking me from one end to the other. The sound he made coupled with the vibration from the purr had me falling back to the mattress, fisting the comforter underneath me to keep from vaulting off the bed.

By the time Ranger wrapped his lips around my clit and slid two fingers deep inside me, I was gasping for breath and crying out over and over again. He curled his fingers, stroking me as he sucked hard on my clit, and sent me flying over the edge.

"Oh God!" I cried, bucking my hips to his face.

Before I could even stop shaking and catch my breath, Ranger was up and over me, sliding easily into my still-clenching core.

"Fuck," Ranger hissed, pulling all the way out only to slide back in to the hilt. "You're so tight, Babe. You feel so good." He lowered himself to his forearms, using only his hips to move in and out of me.

I wrapped my legs around his thighs, limiting his range of motion. We rocked together slowly, letting our bodies reacquaint themselves with one another. Leaning down, he kissed me, our tongues tangling and echoing the languid, sensuous movements of our bodies below.

"More," I finally begged with a gasp as we pulled apart to breathe. "Please, C-Carlos!"

My legs fell back to the bed as he pushed himself up to his hands. "You want more, Stephanie?" he asked, his voice guttural and so sexy, it made my inside clench.

With my answering nod, he began pistoning his hips, setting a fast and hard rhythm—one that I knew would send us both over the edge sooner rather than later.

When he reached between us to flick my clit, I was done for. My back arched and I threw my head back, crying out as white light exploded behind my eyelids. I was still clenching around him as his thrusts faltered and he came, my name falling from his lips like a curse or a prayer.

Breathing heavily, he collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms as we both came down from the high of our orgasms.

"Dios, Babe," he groaned, his fingers stroking the skin of my back, which was damp from sweat. "That was better than I remembered—and my memories were nothing short of spectacular."

I laughed, resting my hand on his stomach, which was slick with his own sweat and rippling with each labored breath. "Uh-huh," I answered, the two mumbled syllables all I could conceivably voice at the moment.

A few minutes later, Ranger laughed. "Remind me to thank Santos. That was the best bet I've ever lost."

Chuckling, I nodded, closing my eyes in a long blink. I hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before and today had been tense, so a nap was looking pretty darn good right about then.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, Ranger reached over and grabbed a throw from somewhere else on the bed, drawing it up over us. Pressing a kiss to my brow, he murmured, "Sleep, Babe. I love you."

"Love you," I managed to echo back before darkness overtook me.