WARNING: Smut. Lots of it.

Chapter 7—Interlude in a Limo

Ranger's pov

I followed Steph into the limo and the instant the door was closed I had her on my lap facing me, her legs wrapped around my waist. I had a hard-on the size of Montana pressed tight between her legs and my tongue plundered her mouth, feeding a need for her that was ripe and ready to rupture. Christ, I craved her.

She moaned a little, her heart tripping against my chest, her body conforming to mine as if to become a part of me. The kiss spun on, its orbit taking over my entire being.

After a long minute she tore herself away, breathing hard, her eyes searching mine. "Ranger," she panted, "you never told me the third reason you're changing your lifestyle."

There's my girl. Curiosity reigns, and perseverance forever.

"You know why," I told her, and hauled her back against me. My hands had a mind of their own, floating over her, stroking her back, running up and down her sides, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass. Her tremors fed my desire, and I was helpless with lust.

"I'm not sure I do," she whispered, her trembling fingers pulling open the buttons of my shirt, her hands exploring my bare chest, tracing the ridges of my abs, teasing my nipples. A groan gusted from my throat, uncontrollable.

"Tell me," she breathed into my ear.

I moved both hands to her face, my palms embracing her cheeks, my fingers twisted in the tendrils of hair curling down her temples. I focused all my energy on her and said, "Because I love you, Stephanie, have loved you for a very long time. Because I want to be with you, have a relationship with you. Because I want you to be mine."

Tears deluged her sapphire eyes, glittering in the passing streetlights and threatening to spill over. "Babe, what's wrong?" I asked, anxious, submerged in the fear that she didn't feel the same way. I thought she cared for me, hoped she did, but I've been wrong before.

A tear rolled down each cheek, but her mouth curved up in the most exquisite smile I've ever seen.

"I'm just happy," she said. "I love you, too, Ranger. I think I've always loved you."

The words inflamed me to madness, spurring me to pillage her with my lips and tongue and teeth. I overtook her mouth again for long minutes before kissing across her jawline to her ear. My warm breath sent a shiver through her, and my tongue stroked along the outer rim until my teeth met the lobe.

My lips nibbled and sucked at her neck, producing a shudder and a mounting heat as she rubbed her center against my erection. I trailed open-mouth kisses along the crease under her jaw, tasting every centimeter before arriving at the other ear. After spending some time there licking and biting gently, I worked my way down the side of her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat, caressing with my lips and tongue.

As I drank in the spot where her neck met her shoulder the flavor of her permeated my soul, flaring the fever banked inside me. I sucked hard, knowing I was marking her but out of control, unable to stop myself. As my teeth sank into her she gasped, "Ranger," and came hard, her fulcrum driving against me.

The contractions of her orgasm against my cock pushed my limits to a razor edge. Her wetness soaked through my pants and, feeling the damp and warmth on my skin, all I could think of was burying myself deep inside her.

Holding her until the pulsating slowed, I threaded a hand in her hair to pull her head back, arching her spine and allowing access to her chest. I kissed down to the neckline of her dress, that beautiful blue dress that looked so amazing on her that all I wanted to do was tear it off.

I reached behind her and unzipped it partway, sliding the straps down her shoulders to reveal the black lace of her bra. My tongue skipped along the lace edge, sliding underneath to lave the top of her breast, working my way to dip down in her cleavage, and then continuing across the other side.

She had lovely breasts, I remembered from our long-ago night together, not oversized with implants but all natural, round and firm with rosy nipples that tasted like nectar. Her spicy scent was humming in my blood and the treasure of her body was as necessary to me as air at that moment.

I pushed the bra straps down her shoulders and used a hand to slide the cups down, exposing her breasts one at a time. A small moan escaped her and she arched more, offering her breasts to me, nipples hard. My mouth circled a breast, my tongue outlining the aureole for as long as I could hang on. After a slow and simmering eternity I sucked the nipple hard into my mouth, catching it with my teeth, and she dropped over the edge again, choking out my name, "Ranger."

Again I gave her time to recover, waiting until her heart, drumming wild under my cheek, moderated.

As I kissed and sucked her other breast, I moved my hand up her leg under her skirt, gently stroking the silken flesh above the lace top of her stocking. As my fingers fondled higher she drew in a sharp breath and it took every iota of control I had not to tear our clothes off and slam into her.

With erotic slowness my fingers shimmied up the inside of her thigh until I reached her center. When I pressed her clit through the lace of her thong she came yet again, a cry bursting from her like a bird startled from its nest. And before she had time to come down, I slid a finger inside the edge of the panties and deep into her. Her orgasm rekindled, and her wetness drenched my hand.

"Dios, Babe," I rasped, overcome with desire for her, for all of her, body and mind, heart and soul. All for me, all mine.

I added another finger, and she cried my name and came once more, her body tensing around my fingers, contracting and gripping me in her heat. Finally spent, she collapsed forward against me, breathing heavily.

"I need you inside me," she whispered, shifting back to unbutton and unzip my pants with deft fingers, freeing my aching cock from its painful prison. Her hand stroked me, slender skillful fingers dancing up and down my length in a rhythm so outrageous it threatened to undo me.

"Not here, Babe." I wanted with an agonizing hunger to take her right there, right then, but I was determined that everything would be just right when I finally made love to her. "Not in the car, not the first time. Let's wait until we get to a bed."

"Okay," her breath shuddered out through swollen lips, "but I need a taste right now."

She took her time tonguing her way down my chest, sucking and biting at my nipples, tearing another moan from me. Lowering her head further, her mouth outlined my abs as she slid down to her knees on the floor in front of me. Her gaze rose to my face, and she licked her lips in a way that bombarded me with passion. Holding my eyes, she dipped her head down and ran her tongue up the length of my cock. The sensation covered me with a thin layer of sweat as I strained to hold on. Christ, it felt so damn good.

She sucked me in with the lips of an angel and the tongue of a devil, and I was ready to go to heaven or hell for her. Her mouth drove me higher and higher until I grabbed her head, trying to pull her away.

"Babe, stop. It's been too long. I can't last."

"Mmmm," she said, the vibrations of her throat sending tremors hurtling through me. When she slipped a hand between my legs to pluck at my balls with gentle fingers, I groaned again and stroked into her mouth. Once, twice, and I came, crying out, "Stephanie," shooting my cum deep into her throat. The intensity of it overshadowed anything I'd ever experienced, and her throat flexed as she swallowed and continued to suck until I was completely spent.

"Mmmm," she said again, crawling up into my lap. Her arms locked around my waist and she snuggled against my bare chest, her head tucked into the crook of my neck.

"Love you, Ranger," she mumbled, heavy voiced.

"Love you, Babe." I wrapped my arms around her and within moments she was sound asleep.

TBC