Disclaimer: All characters herein are property of Janet Evanovich and are borrowed strictly for entertainment. Hopefully you are entertained!
Chapter 4
"Steph--" Ranger whispered my name as his lips met mine.
For a moment the kiss was gentle, hesitant. I was the one who deepened it, stroking my tongue along his lower lip. Asking for more… It was if I'd tripped a switch, releasing something wild he'd kept locked deep inside.
My t-shirt was gone in the next breath, his robe right behind it. Then Ranger was settling his weight carefully over me, his mouth still on mine. He kissed across my jaw to my neck and down, whispering words in both English and Spanish, most of which I couldn't concentrate on enough to understand. Only the feel of his breath and his mouth on my skin was clear.
He moved down, working his way to my breasts, capturing one nipple. The heat of his mouth alone bowed my back and made me cry out; and then he began to suckle. First one side, then the other, back and forth he worked using lips and teeth and tongue. In minutes my hands were fisted helplessly in his hair and I was hovering on the edge of release. Then he bit down, and I fell over screaming.
I felt him laugh against me, low and knowing and eager, as I gasped for breath. Then he moved up and slid deep inside in one slow, controlled push and I lost it again. Oh, god, I'd forgotten-- I'd forgotten how incredible it felt to be filled and stretched and taken with such careful violence.
Long, slow strokes, nearly all the way out, then back in slow and deep. It was more than I could handle and yet I wanted more, urging him on, my fingers digging into his skin. He caught my wrists and pulled them away, trapping them over my head as he rose over me, lifting his weight so I could breathe and he could better control his thrusts.
The lamp next to the bed lit his warrior's body in bold relief, highlighting the sheen of his skin and the flex of the muscles moving beneath it, all the way down past his washboard abs to where our bodies were joined. I watched, helplessly fascinated, as his body surged into mine, again and again and again. My eyes drank in the details of him… the faint line of hair down his belly… a long, thin scar across his ribs…the dark shape of a small tattoo in the hollow of his shoulder… The muscles in his neck were corded, and his head thrown back in pleasure. And his face, caught between rapture and pain, sent me over again.
He shifted, his rhythm speeding. He lowered his weight to his elbows, trapped both my hands in one of his, and slipped the other beneath me, arching me up to take him deeper. His entire body caressed mine now with each movement, and another wave was building… I felt him start to tremble; heard myself chanting his name urgently, then he was thrusting, fast, hard, and deep - and I shattered.
I felt Ranger's cry, his mouth buried at my throat; I felt the shudders of his body as he exploded deep inside me. My body writhed in ecstasy, the spasms of my inner muscles contracting tightly around him. He thrust again and sent another wave crashing thorough me…
When I came back to awareness, Ranger was on his back with his arms still around me, holding me close. Curled against him as I was, I could hear his heartbeat beneath my ear, gradually returning to normal.
I lay quietly. I didn't think I could talk yet; at least I was pretty sure nothing coherent would come out. Most of my muscles seem to have shorted out. I could move my fingers, so I settled for stroking the side of Ranger's neck where my hand was tangled in his hair.
After a few minutes his grip on me loosened, and his hands started stroking up and down my back. A low soft chuckle shook his chest, barely heard, and when he spoke his voice was low and lazy, and laced with a soft accent, - the ghost of one he'd teased me with once before.
"If I'm dreaming, don't wake me up yet."
TBC…
A/N: Probably only one more short chapter to this. I'm hoping to continue the "Agreement" series soon…