At/N Nothing belongs to me, I only get to play. Short Chapter, Reviews make me write more.
As I stood by my bed, wearing nothing but my black and red lace Wonderbra and panty set, in front of a man I barely knew, some irrational things ran through my head. His eyes were only focused on mine, they were a coal color, and I saw his chest rise and fall, a little more often than normal. His biceps were straining the black T-shirt he wore, with is arms crossed across his expansive chest. He was sexy and dangerous, and I wanted him, and from the looks of his cargos, he wanted me too. I pushed the curls out of my face and licked my lips. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he crossed the room in two steps, grabbing my upper arms and pulling me close. He leaned in, "Playing with fire babe." I looked at this man, and a deep yearning came forth. He could make the hurt go away, I was sure of it.
"Then burn me."
That was all it took, his mouth captured mine, and he kissed me with a passion I had never felt. It was hot and heavy, rough and unforgiving. He pushed me down to the bed and pulled of his shirt, I grabbed his holster and un-clasped it from his belt, tossed it aside and worked on the belt, unclipping it and ripped it off, clawing at his zipper, making a sound of frustration when I couldn't get it. Ranger chuckled and helped me after kicking his boots off. After he was undressed he looked at me, with a face of confusion.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this." He was pulling away.
"No,I need it." I sat up and ran my finger through his long hair, freeing it from his tie.
"You're hurting and it's been a long day, I'll go and call you later." I twisted my hands in his hair and pulled his face to mine, and kissed him for all I was worth. I poured all the hurt into the kiss, he was hesitant at first, but soon kissed me back with fever. The evening continued without anymore words, only the rhythm of our bodies expressing our needs.
As much as I hurt before, it was nothing compared to the morning after when I woke up alone.