Disclaimer: They're not mine but I wish they were.

This story has a strong, flirty, confident Stephanie. Also includes a younger more relaxed Ranger.

Thank you to Heather (Txbabefan) for betaing this for me. I'm going on a two week hiatus from publishing. I'm going to try and finish wrighting this story so i can publish regularly and try to get rid of my writers block for Married Life. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 3

Date Pt. 2

Previously:

"Why, wanna see me naked?" I purred. "All you have to do is ask," I teased. I watched his eyes darken to almost black and he stepped towards me. He reminded me of a predator, a panther.

"What if I told you I was asking?"

Carlos POV:

I saw her eyes darken to a deep colored blue. Her lips parted slightly, her breath speeding up. Her chest was inches from mine; one move and I could pull her against me. I wanted to kiss her again, kiss her like I did last night.

She stepped forward, our chests brushing against each other. She looked up at me, eyes dark like the ones in the picture. I clenched my fist. I wouldn't touch her until she told me too. I'm a opportunist but….I wasn't going to force her to do anything.

"I would tell you, wait until the third date." She smiled up at me as she pressed herself against me. My hands found her hips and I pulled her tight to me. She leaned up to and kissed me; her hand was tangling in my hair, pulling it, scraping her nails across my scalp.

She pulled back with a wicked grin on her face. "Three dates," she said.

"Does this count as number two?" I asked, kissing her again.

My lips roamed down her neck, my lips finding her pulse point and sucking on the skin gently. She gasped. "After all, I did take you out for coffee last night," I whispered against her skin.

"Lunch can count as date two." She moaned as I found her lips again and kissed her deeply before pulling back.

"Then we better get going," I told her. "We'll spend the rest of the morning at the beach."

She smiled at me and stepped back. She handed me the catalog. "Men's section starts on page thirty, sex toys on page forty, and everything bondage is on page 65." She said. I growled and reached out to pull her to me. She danced away from me with a grin on her face, opening the door, and shutting off the light.

"Come on, if your you're a good boy, I'll show you which pages I'm on," she purred at me. I took a large step towards her, and she jumped into the hallway with a squeal.

I grinned and locked the door before stepping out. I slung an arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck, laying a kiss under her ear. "You shouldn't pull the tiger's tail, Babe."

She smiled up at me, kissing me on the tip of the nose. We walked out into the store front, both the women working were now standing behind the desk with a new woman. Steph rolled her eyes.

"Rosa, Janet, Lynn." She smirked. "I thought you had the day off, Lynn."

"I do," the new woman said. "But Rosa told me you were here, and I wanted to ask what you thought about the catalogues?"

"I'll leave you to do business. I'm going to go look around, Babe," I told her, kissing her temple. She smiled up at me and squeezed my arm. I watched as she sauntered over to the counter and sat on it so she could talk.

The shop was very tastefully done. Blacks, greys, pastel pinks, and a few accent pinks. The back wall was the men's section; an array of clothes, funny shirts, a few pair of small shorts, speedos, silk boxers were tastefully displayed. The women's lingerie section took up half the store, naturally. The sex toys section took up multiple shelves and aisles, not quite as much as the women's section, but a good decent amount. At the front of the front of the store there were a few mannequins wearing more conservative designs, a few funny t-shirts, nothing too risqué.

I wondered into the men's section. I picked up the silk boxers. They came in black, grey, blue, green, red, and purple. I picked up a black pair, running my fingers over the fabric. I could feel all of the women's eyes on me. I picked up another pair, "Got a dressing room, Babe?" I asked her, from across the store.

Steph smiled, seeing what was in my hands. "There's somebody in there," she said, pulling her keys from her pocket. "Use my office."

She tossed them to me, and I caught them. I nodded and walked down the hall, finding her office again. I unlocked the door, stepping inside I to flipped the light on. The picture of her caught my eye, making my dick twitch.

I stripped and slipped them on. There was a mirror in the corner of her office. I looked at myself in the mirror, wondering how Steph would think. There was a knock on the door. "Can I come in?" she asked.

"It's your office, Babe." I grinned.

She walked in, with her eyes closed. I chuckled softly. "Babe, you do realize I've seen you almost completely naked already."

"That picture's from over four years ago," she pointed out.

"And from what I can tell it's only gotten better."

She smiled and opened her eyes. They roamed over me, smiling. "Damn," she said. Her eyes met mine. "Wanna be in the catalog?"

I chuckled and took her hand, pulling her into me. Her hands landed on my chest. She looked up at me, and I smiled down at her. I kissed her softly; this kiss was full of desire, but also so much more. Her arms wrapped around my neck, mine found their way around her waist. I pulled back, my hand coming up to brush a stray curl behind her ear.

"Have I told you yet, that you're gorgeous?" My voice husky, and soft.

She smiled at me. "I think you told my ass that last night."

I chuckled and kissed her again. "Your one-of-a-kind Babe."

She grinned and kissed me. "I think I can say the same about you, Carlos."

We pulled back minutes later, both of us panting. "We should get going soon," I told her.

"I'll finish up with the girls. Bring these to the counter and I'll have the girls put it on my account. You can finish browsing."

I nodded and she backed away looking me over, biting her lip. She went out the door and I grinned shaking my head. I changed back into my clothes and locked her office up behind me. Steph stood at the counter, and the women around her stopped talking when they saw me. I smiled at Steph and handed her the boxers.

"I'll be another minute or two," she said. "I'm almost done."

"Take your time, Babe. We can always go to the beach after lunch." I smiled.

I found my way into the sex toys part of the shop. I heard a gasp from the counter, and then whispering started, followed by giggles. I fingered a pair of leather cuffs before moving down the wall to the vibrators and plugs. Soon, I heard footsteps behind me. I knew who it was.

Her arms found their ways around my waist. "Find anything you like, or wanna try?" she purred.

"Offering a demo?" I growled. Her hands plastered against me, roaming up my stomach before starting to move down.

"I've got a lot of these already at home. If you find anything in the catalog you like, I can get it ordered." Her hands came to rest at my waist, inches above my hard, aching cock.

Suddenly she pulled away. I turned to watch her saunter to the counter. "Ready to go?" she asked, a grin on her face.

I narrowed my eyes at her and she batted hers at me innocently. I followed her outside and opened the door of the Jeep for her. She slid in and I leaned in, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss.

She pulled back panting. "Let's go to the beach," I told her. I shut the door and watched her face drop through the windshield. Then her eyes took on a mischievous glint. Shit.

I drove out of the shopping center, and onto the main road. Two miles later we were pulling into the parking lot. I stepped out gathering the bag from the backseat. I came around the car to see her stripped down to her bikini already. My heart stuttered and my cock throbbed.

She was gorgeous. Soft curves, toned long legs, toned stomach and arms. Damn, I was a lucky man. Her bikini was tiny and black; not too tiny but revealing enough I didn't think I would be able to make the trek to the beach. She knew exactly what she was doing as she looked me over and grinned.

"You better get that thing under control. This is a public beach. You're going to scare some kids."

I growled at her and took a menacing step towards her. She took off running laughing, a wonderful sound. I followed. Eventually we found a semi secluded spot to lay down a large blanket. Steph sat down and started to apply sun block to her arms, chest and legs. I took the bottle and motioned for her to turn over. I slowly rubbed it into her skin. I thought I heard a moan. She turned over and stripped off my t-shirt. I slipped off my jeans revealing my board shorts. I felt her eyes roam over me.

I pulled her to me on the blanket. Half her body across mine. "You look gorgeous, Babe." I told her, my voice deep and husky.

Her lips met mine, in a soft, delicious kiss. I pulled her tighter to me, my tongue tracing her lips. She moaned softly, opening her mouth. My tongue found hers and pulled it into my mouth.

Steph pulled back, having to catch her breath. My lips found her neck, kissing and nipping at the skin softly. "Carlos," she moaned softly. Her hands tangled in my hair and brought my lips back to hers.

She claimed my mouth in an aggressive kiss. I growled into it as her hands started to roam. Her lips moved from mine to my neck, then my chest.

"Ranger?" a very familiar voice called. One I really didn't want to hear today.

Steph pulled back and I groaned. I turned and saw Santos, Brown, and Tank approaching. "Aren't those some of the guys you were with last night at the bar?"

"Yeah," I groaned.

"Hey man. Haven't seen you since last night. Did you come back to the house?" Santos grinned.

"I did," I told him, my eyes narrowed.

"Are you going to introduce us to your lovely friend?" Tank asked with a grin on his face.

"This is Stephanie. I met her last night at the bar," I told them, helping her stand up with me. She shook their hands, when she was finished, I placed my hand at the small of her back.

"You're that chick that knocked out that big ass dude," Bobby said. Steph smiled but didn't comment.

"What're you three doing here?"

"Well, we've been trying to get ahold of you all morning. You aren't answering your phone. We came looking for you."

"I turned my phone off. Did none of you find the note I left on the counter?" I growled.

"Note?" Bobby said.

"The one where it explained I would be gone all day?" Steph's arm made its way around my waist. She leaned into me and looked up at me. I felt most of the tension leave my body, although I was still pissed they had interrupted our date.

"We were just worried about you," Bobby said.

"Nosy is more like it," Steph snorted. Santos grinned and Tank chuckled. Bobby looked kinda stunned.

I smiled. "Well, you found me. Now you can be on your way."

"Carlos, don't be rude," Steph told me. This got an eyebrow raise from the three of them.

"They're crashing our date," I told her. She stood on her toes to kiss me softly.

"I'll let you handle it. I'm going to go into the water. You've got five minutes," she told me, before turning to walk away. I watched her as she walked. The sway of her hips, her ass jiggling slightly with each step. I heard a groan and turned to glare at Lester.

"Sooo..." Bobby started.

"What?" I snapped.
"Did you get laid?" Lester asked.

"It's none of your business," I growled.

"That's a no," Bobby told him. "Losing your touch?"

Tank smacked the both of them on the back of the head. "When have you two ever known him to take a girl out? Did you see her? She didn't back down from us. She's special, you idiots."

"I warned you man," Les said. "She's already got you all tied up in knots."

"She's a danger to every man's heart," Bobby said, looking out in the water, searching for Steph. Most of men on the beach had eyes on her. She had been pulled into a game of what looked like tag with a bunch of kids. I smiled.

"Come on," Tank told the both of them. "Let him enjoy this."

He pushed the two of them forward. He watched them walk ahead before stopping next to me. "She's the one, isn't she?" He asked in a low voice.

"I think so," I answered just as softly. He nodded.

"You deserve it man. Don't let yourself believe you don't. Don't let someone tell you, you don't. We're almost out, then we can get that idea of yours up and going."

"She owns her own company."

"Then she can help you get yours started. I'm sure she won't mind," he told me matter of factly. I shook my head with a smile.

"She would make a wonderful partner for you man," he told before walking off.

I looked for Steph and found her with her back to me. I grinned, running up behind her and wrapping my arm around her waist. She screeched as I carried her deeper into the water.

"Carlos!" she yelled as I dropped her into the water. She went below the water, I felt a hand wrap around my ankle, as it was yanked out from under me. We both came up and I narrowed my eyes at her.

"This is war!" I told her.

XXXXXX

Finally, we made our way out of the water. "So where is this restaurant?"

"About a quarter mile down the beach."

"Let's walk," she said. We made our way to the bathrooms and changed into another set of clothes. Putting out wet clothes in plastic bags, we tossed them into the tote bag. She took my hand as we walked.

"So, what's so special about this place?"

"It's authentic Cuban food," I told her.

She smiled. "I love Cuban."

I growled and pulled her into my side, leaning down to kiss her. She pulled back with a smile on her face. "Is that the restaurant?"

I nodded. We walked up the back steps and onto the deck. Making our way into the building, the lunch rush was over already. I led her to the front of the building.

"Ricardo Carlos is that you?" a woman's voice called.

"It is," I said. "Stephanie, this is my cousin Aleja."

My cousin came from behind the hostess stand, and she was about seven months pregnant. Damn, I forgot that she was pregnant. I needed to remember to get the baby something.

"Nice to meet you," Steph said, shaking Aleja's hand.

"Ricky, you finally brought a woman here." She said grinning. "Let me lead you to the best table."

I sighed and Steph giggled. "You've never brought a woman here before?"

"No, my aunt owns this restaurant."

She nodded as we sat. "So what should I order?" she asked.

"Everything is good, but my favorite is the Ropa Veija."

"I've had it before," She nodded. "I'll have that and some empanadas."

I smiled at her and waved our waiter, a teenage boy, over. He made his way from another table. When he seemed to have problems taking their order, Steph immediately launched into Spanish, explaining what she wanted. It left me shocked. I raised an eyebrow at her as the boy's face lit up. He turned to me, and I gave him my order before watching him leave for the kitchen.

"I didn't know you spoke Spanish," I told her conversationally.

"Most people assume that I can't because I'm a pretty white girl."

I chuckled. "I think people underestimate you, Babe."

She grinned. "I can name off a few."

I leaned forward, taking her hand over the table. She smiled. I pulled her gently towards me and kissed her. One of her hands threaded into my hair and tugged gently, causing me to growl. I grinned at her as I pulled back. She smiled.

After we finished lunch, we headed back down the beach and found a new spot in a better place, still close to the parking lot so we wouldn't have to make a long trek. Steph had changed back into her suit.

I watched her next to me. Her eyes closed, her chest rising and lowering with each breath, long legs stretched out, her arms behind her head, sunlight glinting off her belly button piercing. Then she rolled over, resting her head on her arms and giving me a perfect view of her ass. I groaned.

I heard Steph laugh softly. "See something you like?" she purred next to me. I growled and moved closer to her. Covering half her body with mine, my hand found its way over her side gripping her hip. My lips on the back of her neck.

"Carlos," she moaned softly.

"Babe," I growled. "You're such a fucking tease. You want me to wait three dates?"

"Dinner would count as number three," she purred She and arched her hips against me. I growled. I pulled her up and started packing. She pouted.

"Where're we going?"

"We're going back to your place."

She raised an eyebrow. "We haven't been on that third date," she told me.

"No, we're going to go take a boat ride. Then we'll stop by my place, and I'll get dressed. Then we can go to yours. We're going dancing, Babe," I told her. She smiled.

"Hmm, does that mean you can dance?" She smirked.

"My dancing skills are a vertical demonstration of what I can do horizontal." I told her. She grinned.

"I can't wait to see if they're better horizontal or vertical," she said.

"Horizontal, Babe. Trust me, it's horizontal."

She raised an eyebrow. "I think I'll be the judge of that."