Yay! Another chapter out. I'm just glad I was able to keep my promise.

So this one is a little longer than normal, but hopefully it'll keep you guys satisfied till the next update (hopefully before new years). I hope everyone has a happy holiday, no matter what religion you celebrate, or don't.

Not mine.

Warning: Ranger's getting naked! M for a reason, people.

Ranger's POV

"God, you're beautiful." I said to her. Her face was flushed, her eyes a dark blue and dilated. She panted through swollen lips.

Stephanie gave me a small, self deprecating smile. "I bet I'm a mess."

I combed my hand through her wild, tousled curls, pushing them behind her shoulder. She looked like a Greek goddess with all that curly hair and porcelain skin. "Not in the slightest. You look thoroughly loved."

"Mmm…" She moaned and arched her back a little which raised her breasts. My eyes honed in on the rosy nipples that begged to be sucked. "Not yet. I believe you haven't finished your challenge."

She was right. I hadn't finished with her yet. I paused. My brain and cock were fighting on what to do next. My brain wanted to taste her again while my cock wanted to shove right inside her.

I was surprised when she just laid there, her big blue eyes staring at me as I decided. I could almost hear her say, 'what are you going to do next?' with an eager curiosity in my head. Most women immediately moaned and then said 'fuck me' or some variation and adding pet names like 'stud' into the mix while heading southward to give me a blow job.

But not Stephanie. She didn't act like a wannabe porn star. She just looked as curious and excited as I did.

I had a feeling that most men were turned off by this. They want a cook in the kitchen and a slut in the bedroom.

I just wanted Stephanie.

And she gave me everything I desired. She was a real woman. And by God did that make me harder.

I helped scoot her up the bed and gently rolled her on her back. Her curls fanned out on the pillow and I wrestled with the impulse to bury my hands in it and never let go. She shifted her hips and opened her legs slightly, a silent invitation to join her.

No arguments here.

I settled myself on top of her and she gasped. "Am I too heavy?" I asked as I balanced my weight on my knees and elbows, worried that I was too heavy. I didn't want to crush her before we got to the fun part. My balls tightened at the thought of the fun part.

She shook her head and blinked a few times. "No, not heavy. Your weight feels good." Stephanie bit her lip. "Please come back."

Gently, I lowered myself down onto her. She moaned low in her throat and arched her hips, putting herself right onto me. "Dios, Babe. You feel good." I groaned.

She giggled. "But you're not even inside me yet." She replied, peeking at me through her lashes.

The woman was pure sex kitten.

I was ready to slide in when I paused. My brain finally kicked in. What about birth control you stupid fucker?

Stephanie read my mind. "I'm clean and on the pill. We're safe."

I nodded. "I'm clean too."

"Good. Now get inside me."

I grinned. "Bossy little thing aren't you."

"When it comes to my orgasms yes. Now if you don't get that delicious cock in me now, I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands."

My eyes darkened at the thought of Stephanie pleasuring herself. She was probably fucking beautiful. "That's something I'd like to see." I growled.

"Only if you're a good boy." She paused. "Well?"

With the other women I slept with, it didn't matter if they were on the pill. I always wore a condom just to be sure. No way was I going to have another kid that wasn't planned. I loved Julie, I did. I just wasn't going to be that stupid again.

With Stephanie, however, I needed to feel her surrounding me. I grabbed her leg and lifted it to my hip, opening her to me. She reached down and guided my cock to her entrance. Watching her face, I started to enter her.

"Jesus, Babe, you're so tight." I groaned. I was worried I was going to hurt her if I went to fast. And if I went too fast I wasn't going to be able to pleasure her the way I wanted to.

"Well it has been a long time." She said as I rubbed the lines furrowing her brow.

I was stunned. As I let her body adjust, I asked. "How long?"

"This is what you want to talk about? Now?"

I raised my eyebrow. She sighed and bit her lip. "It may have been mmrfmmm…" She mumbled.

"What was that?" I asked, sliding another inch into her. She gasped.

"Two years, seven months."

I stopped. "What?"

She shrugged. "I've been busy getting my business off the ground."

Knowing that she hadn't been touched in two and a half years somehow made me very giddy. It told me that she was very picky about her lovers and the fact that I was one of the men she shared her bed with, it made me feel like one lucky son of a bitch. I pushed the last inch inside her and bottomed out at her cervix and swelled with her fluttering walls. She moaned. Loudly.

"God you feel good. It feels like you're coming out my ears."

I chuckled and she shivered with the vibration. "You're good for the ego, Babe." I waited a few more moments and then began to move. Groaning, I remembered the fire from our first kiss.

Only this fire was hotter.

"You feel so good, Babe." I whispered in his ear. "You're so hot, so tight, so wet, and so perfect."

"Carlos." She mewled, throwing her head into the pillow. I felt a fresh gush of wetness coat my cock. Her eyes crossed as I swiveled my hips to hit her clit.

All too soon, her walls started to flutter in impeding orgasm. Her panting got deeper and her skin flushed a perfect rosy red.

My Stephanie was fucking gorgeous.

"Eyes open, Stephanie." I said as her eyes shut in pleasure. I wanted to see her eye dilate and darken. I want her to know that it's me pleasuring her, not anyone or anything else. "Focus on me."

It took a moment for her eyes to focus enough to lock on mine. I hitched her other leg on my hip and pounded away. Her moans became louder and I felt her nails claw down my back to my ass.

"More," she pleaded as she moved her hand around my hip to get between us. I knew exactly what she needed and knocked the hand away. She whimpered for a moment until my fingers began to stroke her sensitive clit. Her hips slammed into mine and she screamed. She panted loudly for a few more moments and then all breath stopped. "Ooh," she breathed.

"That's it, Babe. Let go." I said, swelling again as her walls tightened around me.

And then she did. She let out one low groan and she began to pulse, clamping down on my cock. I gave her a few more thrusts and then groaned as her walls squeezed the orgasm out of me. The feeling of coming inside Stephanie was indescribable. She arched and had another orgasm as I blew and her eyes rolled back in her head.

My limbs felt as weak as a newborn foal and before I could collapse onto Stephanie, I pulled out of her sensitive core and rolled onto my back. Stephanie curled up on my chest, kissing the exposed skin and throwing a leg over mine. I smiled and stroked her back gently, loving the feeling of goose bumps creeping up her skin.

Yep, I was right. There was nothing vanilla about making love with Stephanie.

"See? Wasn't that worth the wait?" I asked her.

"Mmm…" She moaned. "Yes."

I grinned widely.

"I can feel you smiling. You can stop being smug about it."

I couldn't help it. She was good for the ego. "What's the verdict?"

"About?"

"Me vs. Donuts."

"Are you fishing for a complement?"

"No. Just curious." I was surprised to find that I was. After a long drought, I wanted everything to just right for her. As long as I was in her life, she would never have that problem again.

And I planned to be in her life in a long time.

"I'll never tell…" And then she was asleep.

Stephanie's POV

So he was better than twelve dozen donuts. But I was never going to tell him that. His ego was big enough.

Like some of his other parts…

I shook my head, freeing my mind of the though. I yawned and stretched. The other side of the bed was cool. My stomach dropped. I was really looking forward to some morning sex.

It was as if he'd heard me because Carlos came in with two steaming mugs of coffee. I grinned. "Is that the special blend?" I asked him.

He grinned back. "It is." He sat the mugs down on the table and grabbed my face. "Good morning."

"Morning. I thought you left."

"Without my coffee? That's what I was offered and I wasn't leaving before that."

I just rolled my eyes. When I sat up to grab for the cup, the sheet fell down to my breasts. I scrambled quickly and covered them with the sheet."

"Babe."

"What?"

"I know every inch of your body. Intimately." He growled.

I shivered. I knew exactly how well he knew my body. I stared at him through lower lashes. Then dropped the sheet.

His eyes went to my nipples, as if they were immediately drawn there. They beaded under his gaze.

He waited until I took a gulp of my perfectly doctored coffee to rip the sheet all the way off of me.

"Hey!" I said, crossing my legs.

He grinned. "In for a penny, in for a pound?"

"You're not the one sitting here naked!"

Eyes full of mirth, he stripped his pants off. "Better?"

"Mmrf."

He cupped my cheek. "What was that?"

I watched little Carlos rise. "Much better."

Carlos sat his cup on the table and then took mine. He gently pushed me back into the mattress and climbed on.

There was something to be said about making love in the daylight. You can see every part of your partner that you couldn't in either the drunken haze or dark of night. I bit my lip. Carlos was beautiful. He was made for loving in daylight. Not an inch of fat would dare touch his body.

We didn't match. He could clearly see my uninteresting face and a body that could stand to lose a few pounds. Not to mention…

"Hey," he said gently as he nuzzled my nose with his. "None of that."

"What?"

"Whatever you're thinking. Stephanie, you're beautiful." I must not have looked convinced because his jaw clenched.

"I want to kill every lover you've had."

"Why?"

"Because they didn't see what I see." He pulled me into him. "I see a woman with soft curves. A woman with naturally perky breasts that fit and fill my hands perfectly. I see features on a face that may be normal when you look at them one at a time, but if you take the whole face in, it's uniquely appealing. You're a knockout, Babe. Any guy can see that. And if they can't, that's their problem." He took my hand and kissed my knuckles. "Can't you just believe me?"

"I do believe you." And I was surprised to find it true. I sighed. "I'm such a dope."

He tucked a curl behind my ear. "No you're not."

"Yeah, I am." I leaned on his chest. "I keep thinking… waiting for you to change. That the man switch is going to turn. You've had sex and now it's time to move on. But you're not going to, are you."

"Nope. The only thing that's going to turn is me getting turned on by you."

I rolled my eyes. "That was the worst line I've heard."

"Yeah, but it's true."

I looked into his eyes. "I know. You really think I'm a knockout?"

He took my hand and put it on his hard, throbbing cock. "You tell me."

My hand stroked it a few times. He moaned and closed his eyes. "Prove it."

His eyes opened in question. I took a deep breath. I was going to do something I had done before, but never in the light of day. "I want to be on top.

His eyes darkened to pitch black as he grabbed me quickly and sat me on top of him. I giggled. "Eager are we?"

"Fuck yes."

Using the hand that was stroking him, I guided it to my opening. Holding his eyes, I lowered myself onto his hard cock. When he was fully inside me, my eyes fluttered.

"No. Stay with me, Steph." Carlos growled as he rubbed his hands from my hips up to my breasts, and then back down. After another moment, my eyes locked on him.

When I was ready, I began to slowly thrust up and down. Carlos spent half of his time staring into my eyes and the other half roaming my body with unashamed lust. His hands gripped my hips, moving me in a smoother rhythm. When his eyes reached mine again, his fingers found my clit and he started speaking in Spanish. I couldn't tell what he was saying exactly, but the heat in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. A confidence I'd never known began to flow through me. With this man, I felt like the goddess he believed me to be. I felt like the sexiest woman in the world when he stared at me and I knew that at that moment, I had fallen a little bit in love with him.

With that fleeting thought, I fell off the cliff and into my orgasm. Carlos rolled me onto my back and his hold on my hips tightened as he thrusted himself into completion, letting out a loud roar. The feeling of him coming inside of me was mind blowing. Never had I felt a man like this before.

I didn't know what I was missing.

He collapsed on top of me and I welcomed his weight. "Thank you," I whispered into his hair.

Carlos raised his head. "What for?"

He made me realize that I wasn't as bad as I thought I was. I regained some of the confidence that Dickie had stolen from me. I knew now that I wasn't the ice queen he claimed I had been. After divorcing his ass and making sure he'd never be able to be District Attorney or any other political figure, I became a new person with a desperately needed shot of confidence. Carlos had given me the final piece that I hadn't known I'd been missing. I smiled. "For proving it."

He grinned back as if he knew exactly what I meant and gave me a hard kiss. "Anytime, Babe."