Wow, thanks for the amazing response. The second I realized you wanted more, the closet scene at Joyce's became a mustXD I decided to make this a sort of 'missing moments' of book 18.
Just to refresh everyone's memory, Stephanie and Ranger broke into Joyce's place and hid in a broom closet to wait out the police because they tripped the alarm.
In case anybody's wondering, I'm for Stephanie/Ranger pairing (I've got the 'I heart Ranger' sticker on my laptop;), but I also have a soft spot for Morelli.
Disclaimer: The Plum universe belongs to Janet Evanovich.
The moment I moved to open the closet door and Ranger's hold tightened, I knew I was in trouble.
Okay, so I'm not completely innocent here. I could have stopped him when his mouth skimmed along my neck.
Or when his hand slid under my shirt to my breast.
But when he kissed me it became apparent that he was taking advantage of the opening.
It was more than obvious the 'something hard poking into me' WASN'T his gun.
His mouth lined biting kisses along my throat and jaw. My breathing was beyond ragged.
Stephanie, Stephanie, Stephanie. A nagging little voice in my head sing-songed. This won't help things any.
Ranger is magic! Another taunting voice piped in.
I was trying to decide what to do. Let my lusting body indulge or stop the madness.
Indulge or stop, indulge or stop...
While I struggled to make a decision Ranger's skillful hands left me bra-less.
"How'd you do that?" I managed to ask between pants, still wearing my stretchy shirt. He laughed, low and sexy. My hands fisted his black T-shirt over his muscular abdomen of their own volition.
Apparently the decision was made. Indulge it is.
"Babe." I couldn't see his face in the darkness, but I heard the hint of a smile in his voice.
"Are you going to do something or not?" I growled in frustration when I struggled to unsnap his cargo pants.
"Impatient?" He was teasing me, I knew. And it wasn't fair. He'd started this, yet I was the one who was desperate for it.
He helped me out of my jeans, pressing me against the door in the blink of an eye.
"You won't be needing these." His breath ghosted across my face as the sound of fabric tearing told me my panties were beyond ruined.
We were fidgeting with his utility belt. A loud thud filtered through my fogged filled brain and it registered that I was finally shoving down his pants along with his boxers.
As we moved together, everything else vanished. I didn't think about the fact that I still hadn't discussed the whole Hawaii thing with either of the two men in my life. Neither did it matter that making love with Ranger wasn't the best path to resolving my complicated love life.
"Yes." My face buried in the crook of his neck, giving myself up to the pleasure while simultaneously breathing his unique Rangery scent. He smelled of Bulgari shower gel and man.
I redressed as best as I could, given I didn't have my underwear. My panties were useless and I suspected Ranger pocketed my bra. Reaching into any of his pockets would probably get me round two.
Tempting, but no.
Tumbling out of the closet I felt extremely relaxed. I couldn't help the smug little smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth. I'd caught Joyce bare assed on my dining table in a previous life. It seemed only fair that I got to return the favor, enjoying an afternoon delight with Ranger in her closet.
"Finish your search." Ranger said and I snapped out of my internal victory dance.