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Challenge 6: Word Game- Sig Sauer, hard, faded jeans, duffel bag, hands
It never ceased to amaze me. One minute I'm in my apartment alone and the next, he's standing behind me in faded jeans and a black t-shirt that was paint on by magic marker.
"How do you do that?" I asked, not bothering to turn around. I filled Rex's water bottle up and attached it back to the cage. I could feel his dark eyes on my back. "I didn't even hear the door open."
When I turned around, Ranger was leaning against my poor excuse of a kitchen table, a black duffel bag at his feet, Sig Sauer at his waist. There was a 200-watt smile plastered across his handsome face and instantly I frowned.
"I thought we discussed this and I told you no."
Ranger shrugged. It was his casual way of saying we had and he didn't care what I said.
"I don't need you here."
He shrugged again.
"Stop shrugging. You'll give me an eye twitch. In fact, I feel like I'm already there."
We engaged in a staring match, which lasted all of five seconds before Ranger raised his eyebrow.
"You have a message on your cabinets."
I sighed, "Yeah, I know. I think it might be blood but one can't be sure."
"You're apartment is not safe."
I laughed. Not at all as bitter as it sounded. "And you're point being?"
"If you won't come to me, I'll come to you."
Our eyes locked and I turned five shades of red. He smiled, closing the distance between us. His arm slid around my waist and pulled me against him. Every hard inch of him.
"Was it something I said?" His voice was smoother than silk, brushing against my ear and sliding through me like liquid sex. "Because we both know actions speak louder than words, babe."
I'm almost certain my knees turned to jello and I gripped his forearms to keep from falling to the floor. I swallowed hard and tried to find my voice.
"Come back to the apartment with me." His lips brushed just under my earlobe and my heart skipped a beat. I might have had a minor heart attack and never noticed. I was in Ranger's zone. "Let me do what I do best." He open mouth kissed his way down my neck and back up and I leaned into him, hoping for more contact. I was a goner. I should've never let him get close.
"And what do you do best?" I breathed, exhaling as he kissed my jaw line and made his way over my lips. He hovered there and I closed my eyes, lifting my chin just a fraction higher. I could feel him so close to me. He slid his hands into my curls and I leaned fully into him.
He groaned and just before his lips touched mine, I heard him breathe, "Your body."
Challenge: The Word Game- Sig Sauer, hard, faded jeans, duffel bag, hands
Reference to the Bonus Challenge: The LMT Conversation (See Chapter 2)
Original Posting Date: April 19, 2007
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. I've been trying to update every Monday, but I'll be in the wind until late next week so I decided to post next week's challenge early. Enjoy.