Hi. Remember me?
Jeez. Real life has been a pain (remember, NEVER work retail at Christmas) and I hope everything goes back to normal with the muse when I get done with school applications (which will be SOON, thank God). So maybe once all that's done, my brain will be able to focus back on this (where I really want to be).
I'll try to get one more out before Christmas, but I make no promises.
Not mine, but oh how I wish it was...
Warning: Smut. Yes, Ranger finally got his way.
"I have to go." Carlos said. I could feel him smiling.
"Uh huh," I replied, placing my mouth back over his.
"Really this time." He gasped when we came up from air. I moved to his neck.
"Yep." I kissed him again.
He may be telling me that he needed to leave, but the hands on my hips and how they tightened possessively were telling me a different story.
He wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
"I guess five more minutes wouldn't kill me." He sighed.
I giggled. "Well I wouldn't want to find you dead."
"Put a real damper on things." His hands moved to my ass.
"Agreed. So ten more?"
"Just to be safe."
"Safety first."
"It's a good motto to live by."
"The best."
He guided my lips back to his. I never knew the joys of just kissing a man before Ranger. Most men I've dated have adhered to the three date rule. Three dates and then you have sex.
This was the end of date six.
I whimpered when his hands left my ass and caressed their way up to my breast, gently teasing my nipples through the fabric of my button down.
"Christ, Babe. What you do to me." He groaned when I moved back to his neck.
I had a feeling. It was all over his face, his dark eyes and tight jaw.
And of course in the lower parts.
I rubbed gently over said parts and he groaned, his hands tightening again.
"I really should go now." He said.
"But it hasn't been ten minutes!" I pouted. I moved my hand lower and caressed him through his pants. There was no way I was letting him leave tonight without giving me five… no six… orgasms. Since we started dating, I've had to up my sugar intake from manageable to diabetic coma.
"Babe."
"Please, Carlos. We've had six dates over the past month. I think it's time I show you the whole house."
Instead of answering me, he grabbed my face and started kissing me again. I whimpered at the lack of answer, but I'd get one out of him. He was going to stay whether I tied him up or not.
"Ooh, who's getting frisky now?" I said when I felt the vibrating on my hip.
I felt him chuckle. "It's my phone, Babe." He sighed. "Yo."
Carlos listened intently. I sighed as well and sat back on his knees. His shirt was rumpled from my hands. The top four buttons were unbuttoned. Hmm. I don't remember doing that.
He leaned on the back of the couch and caressed my right knee by his hip while he talked to Tank. "Explain." He bit out.
Uh oh. I know that voice. Something bad went down and now he needs to fix it. Looks like the date's over. I shoulders slumped.
Carlos's eyes changed from pissed to apologetic. He sighed at me and shook his head.
He wasn't getting the full tour tonight.
"I'll be there in half an hour." He hung up. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." I sighed. "You can't help it. Was anybody hurt?"
"Hal got shot chasing a skip but it grazed him. He'll be fine. They have the house surrounded and need me there."
I bit my lip. It sounded bad, but I wasn't going to say anything. His entire life was dangerous but I'd rather be in it, than worrying from the outside. Sensing my discomfort, he cupped my cheek this time.
"I'll be safe, Babe. Promise."
"I know." I lowered my head. He was always careful. It was one of the things I could count on when he went out on the job. I blew out a deep breath and put my big girl panties on. "I know. Do you have to go now?"
This time he grinned. "No. The skip is fifteen minutes away. I don't have to leave for another ten."
"Yay!"
My body relaxed under the warm water. Another successful date with Carlos. And what a date that was.
He had surprised me at the store with a present. I squealed and ripped into the paper. Carlos chuckled at my kid like attitude and the confusion I wore on my face.
"A blindfold?" I asked him. I was secretly hoping this wasn't something kinky.
And even more secretly that it was.
"The date is a surprise, Babe. I can't have you peeking."
I raised my eyebrows at him. "You don't trust me?"
He came closer and ran a finger down my cheek. "Of course I trust you. I just can't trust you not to peek."
I bit my lip. I really wanted to know where we were going! Surprises are nice, but I'd rather be in the know. The look on my face made me pause. He really wanted to surprise me. I sighed. "Fine, crazy man. I'll put it on."
He grinned.
Three minutes later, I was sitting in the car, drumming my fingers.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Babe." Was all I got back.
A few more minutes passed. The only thing keeping me sane was the drumming.
He stopped at a light and shifted to look at me. "Are you going to do that the whole way?"
"Are we going far?"
"Yes."
"Then probably."
He sighed. Heavily.
"Does it make you want to tell me?"
"If it makes you stop? Yes."
Damn. That was pretty easy. When he didn't tell me, I prompted him. "Well?"
"I've been trained by the CIA, held hostage and tortured more times than I'd like to think about and you think you can break me with some finger drumming?"
I stopped. "Were you really tortured?" I asked quietly.
I could hear the grin in his voice. "No, but it made you stop."
"Ass." I mumbled. My thoughts kept straying. "Were you really tortured?"
"It was part of my training." He said vaguely.
"I'm not talking about in training." That I could deal with. For the most part, it was safe. It was when the good guys weren't in control that worried me.
"I was good at my job, Babe. I was never caught."
My shoulders relaxed.
He grabbed my hand and kissed my fingers.
"But you'd tell me if you were, right? Because I can handle it. I'm not some weak willed woman who gets squeamish at the mere mention of something outside her realm of comprehension and… Hey! What are you doing?"
During my little rant, Carlos had pulled the car over and dragged me onto his lap. I pulled the blindfold away from my face and saw him grinning at me.
"Did you even realize that you were rambling?" He asked me.
"Only a little." I sighed. "I just want you to know that I can handle any scars you may have."
He kissed me, long and hard. "Good. Because I may have been good enough to escape the enemy, but that doesn't mean I was great enough to escape them entirely. I have a few scars."
"I have scars too. Everyone does. It's what makes us human. It's how we live with the scars that make us who we are."
We shared a few more kisses before he deposited me back into my seat. I replaced the mask and Carlos took off again.
He surprised me with a date to the Jersey Shore. We went on all the rides we could, ate until we got sick and Carlos even won me a stuffed rabbit.
I squeezed it close. "This is the best thing I've ever gotten."
"Babe. It's probably worth only fifty cents."
"But you won it for me. That's what makes it special."
He shook his head and laced our fingers together. "You're easy to please."
"You have no idea."
He laughed out loud.
A loud beeping brought me out of my thoughts about Carlos.
Holy crap! Someone was trying to break into my house! I never thought this would happen to me. I shut off the water, grabbed my towel and headed for my room. No way was I going anywhere without my gun.
"Don't. Move." I said, pulling the hammer back on my gun.
"I'm having a sense of déjà vu." The voice chuckled.
I turned on the light. "Carlos? What are you doing here? Why did you set off the alarm?"
Carlos went over to the pad and switched it off. As my security company, he has a master password to override the system. "Looks like Lester had a few tricks up his sleeve."
I shrugged and sat the gun down on the table. Realizing that I was in the room with one of the sexiest men in the world, I tightened the towel around me.
Of course that just drew his eyes to my state of undress. Carlos's eyes darkened and I felt my eyes go wide when I watched the crotch of his pants expand and tighten.
Never in my life had a man reacted to me that quickly.
"Babe." He said in a tightened voice.
"What? I was showering when you decided to break into my house."
"Well I checking to make sure that everything worked right. And since its all working…" With his fists clenched and his jaw tight, he turned around and started to walk away.
I couldn't believe it. He was going to walk away when I was standing here, dripping in a towel!
Well screw that! Once again, I was going to have to make the first move.
"Carlos." I said in my most husky voice.
When he turned, I dropped the towel.
"Are you sure you want to leave?" I asked, looking at him through my eyelashes.
His eyes darkened even more and he growled. Swiftly, Carlos turned on his heel and walked to the door.
What the hell! I looked down. Was I that bad? Self consciously, I crossed my arms over my body.
When he turned again, his face went from feral to surprise.
"What are you doing?"
"This was a dumb idea." I said, not looking at him.
He crossed the room in five steps. Cupping my cheek, he gently brought his eyes to mine. "It's the best idea you've had all night." He grinned now. "I was locking the door. You came out so fast in that little towel and your gun, I forgot to lock it."
"So you weren't going to leave?" I felt my cheeks flush. Normally I was a very confident woman. But standing in my living room, completely naked, made me self conscious.
He took my hands and pulled my arms away from my body. His eyes raced all over my body. "How could I? You look irresistible."
He dragged me into his body and kissed me deeply. I moaned when my nipples rubbed against the soft fabric of his shirt.
I pushed him away and I swear he whimpered. "Hey, what are you doing here anyway?"
Smiling, he ran his finger down my cheek. "We were interrupted before. I never got the whole tour of your house."
My heart lifted. "Are you sure?"
His face turned serious. "Are you sure?"
I took Carlos's hand and guided him to the bedroom. "Hey, I'm walking around naked in my own house. I couldn't be surer."
He grabbed me by the hips. "I hope you walk around naked more often."
"Only if you do it with me."
"Deal." He scooped me up into his arms.
"What are you doing?" I screeched.
"You weren't going fast enough." Using his long stride, he made it to my door in three steps. I opened the door for him and he gently tossed me onto the bed.
I rested on my elbows and watched Carlos undress. He pulled his shirt over his head in that manly, sexy way that mussed his hair. I licked my lips as his muscles flexed when his hands went to his fly.
"Allow me." I said, flicking his hands away. I pulled the zipper down slowly and eased them off his hips. He kicked his shoes, socks and pants to the corner of the room.
My breath left my body.
Clothes did not do this man justice. Carlos was lean and muscular. Not an inch of fat anywhere. He had a light smattering of hair near his belly button that darkened as it got lower; like an arrow that said look here Stephanie!
And did I look.
He was definitely bigger than anyone I'd had in the past. I bit my lip.
"It'll fit, Babe." He said soothingly.
I wasn't so sure.
So Carlos showed me.
He pulled me to the edge of my bed and opened my thighs. Carlos worked his way up my thighs until he was right where I wanted him. I gasped as he licked the seam of me and grabbed his hair when his tongue found my clit.
"More." I groaned, pulling his head closer. "Harder."
He chuckled and I gasped at the vibration. His finger entered me and I arched to his mouth. He added a second and I moaned loudly.
"God, Carlos, I'm…" I moaned out my climax he stayed with me, gently lapping at me until the shudders subsided.
I fell back onto the bed. Carlos lay next to me, smiling smugly.
"That was better than a Boston Crème donut."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, in my world, that's a big complement."
"Well," he said, moving me up the bed. "Maybe I should shoot for being better than a dozen donuts."
"Many have tried, none have succeeded."
"Good." He said, kissing my lips. "I like a challenge."
