Standard Disclaimer applies. Janet owns them…I don't. I'm not making any money, nor do I wish to. This story takes place in alternate universe. Characters are changed for better or for worse.

Smut warning J.

Thank you to my magnificent editor, Carmen Harper!

Chapter 14

He sighed and looked me in the eyes. He took my hands, pulled me close and wrapped them around his waist. Cupping my face, he admitted, "I want you close." He kissed me for all we were worth. His hands snaked up my shirt to grab my breast, massaging it. After a minute or two, he backed away.

"Later," he said, "I have work to do."

Yeah, I've heard that one before…

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I walked through the front door to the house and my stomach lead me to the kitchen. I found olives, peanut butter, and some bread. It was the we-contain-eighty-two-hole-grains kind, but it would have to do.

Half way through my sandwich I heard the front door open. It was only three o'clock and the guys said they usually work until four-thirty.

The kitchen door opened and I felt a prickle at the back of my neck. I turned around to see Ric standing there in the door jam. "Come here," he said.

I stood up from my seat and walked closer to him. He pulled me into him and his lips crashed down on mine before picking me up and carrying me up two flights of stairs. Impressive, but then of course I was only four-eleven and weighed seventy-nine pounds.

He backed me up against the wall in the bedroom and kissed me until I practically had an orgasm. And I gave as well as I got.

Ranger pulled away and stared into my eyes. Unguarded. "Babe, now's your time to back out."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me as I pressed myself against him. Words weren't necessary. He pressed his hard body against me, crushing me against the wall and I could feel him pressing into my stomach.

His arms snaked around behind me and cupped my ass while grinding me against him; picking me up, and carrying me to the bed.

My linen skirt was pushed up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding my hips back against his. I was deposited on the bed, and Ric braced himself above me, moving his mouth down my neck biting, licking, and kissing his way down. He kissed and bit along the deep cut neckline of my blouse, before going back up to the other side of my neck and face.

His hands carefully unbuttoned my blouse and pulled the top off, then my bra, exposing my bare breasts. His lips caught my mouth as his hands kneaded my breasts, and squeezed my nipples, to almost the point of pain, but still pleasure-inducing.

He took his mouth down to my already hard nipples and seized it within. He did the same to the other nipple. A groan entered my throat and escaped my lips, unchecked.

Ric found the zipper and unfastened my skirt, pulling the fabric across my legs, dumping it on the floor. He picked up my leg and kissed down my leg, starting at my inner-thigh directly next to my center working toward my foot. I was thanking all the gods that I had shaved this morning. He reached my high heal clad foot and tenderly removed the beige pump. He moved to the other leg, directly next to my center, and moved toward my foot, once again eliminating my shoe.

I was lying on the bed almost nude, with the exception of my white lace panties. And I didn't think those would last long.

He leaned atop of me and kissed me on the lips again, with his thumb rubbing across me through my underwear.

I didn't realize until then, that I was trembling. Soon enough, my panties joined the dress and shoes on the floor of the bedroom. He moved his mouth down and placed kisses around my center. I could've sworn heat was radiating out of me. He finally got to me and flicked his tongue inside of me. I felt a twitching inside of me. A moan broke out of my mouth.

At last, he stood back, and peeled off his clothes, revealing strong, toned muscle underneath skin showing his Cuban lineage.

I looked down at his bulging erection. It was big…gigantic…How the hell was thatsupposed to fit in there

Ranger braced himself above me placing his weight on his forearms and positioning himself at my opening. And right then, I didn't care about how the hell that was supposed to fit in there…I wanted it. I stared into his deep eyes and he filled me. I let my head fall back as moans fled from my vocals.

My walls burned as he worked himself in and out of me. I've never had someone so big inside of me. But along with the pain was sincere pleasure. I felt as if this, right here, was the only thing that mattered in life.

After a few more strokes, the pain dulled and the pleasure increased. I dug my nails into his back and bit his shoulder, as if trying to grasp onto something.

I regained full consciousness with his arms wrapped around me. "How long did the physical therapist say until you'll walk again?" he asked.

"Two and a half to four months," I said.

"When you can walk again, will you move out?"

"Depends," I said, "whether or not I'm wanted to stay."