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Chapter 6

"Oh this feels so wonderful," I sighed dreamily. I felt gloriously warm and cosy … warm and comfortable … warm and safe. Yes, warm and safe. That's exactly how I felt. I slowly and languidly stretched fully on one side and then the other and slowly drifted off to sleep again with a deep dreamy sigh.

"Hmmm … Heaven …"

Sometime later I slowly came out of my lazy, hazy slumber, feeling really drowsy and a little bit disorientated. I ran my hands up to my warm, snugly, firm pillow and it moaned. Hmm? No matter. I stretched and moaned as I reached down, my hand sliding down over the smooth warm surface of … a warm body?! I froze as the smooth warm body chuckled with a deep throaty groan.

"Keep that up, Babe, and I will show you heaven," as he snuggled up to me to nuzzle my temple with a sweet chaste kiss. God, he smelled so luscious!

"Ranger?" I asked tentatively, frozen like a deer in the headlights, but there was no mistaking that distinctive Rangery smell that is uniquely his - masculine, alluring and enticing. Hmmm…

"Are you my pillow or am I still dreaming?"

He chuckled again as he rolled into me more closely and I realised my leg was slung between his thighs and I had sort of wrapped my body around his. Oh my God! I opened one eye. Yep. Ranger. He was lying on his side looking at me with warm dark eyes, grinning his 100 watt grin. I closed my eye quickly and tried again. Yep. No doubt about it. My pillow had turned into Ranger now flashing at 200 watts. Must be dreaming. One of those dreams where you don't want to wake up, anytime soon. I hummed in contentment. Hmmmm…

My hand slid down lower and suddenly it was grabbed in a firm warm grasp with an accompanying groan.

"Babe," came the deep, husky response.

"Oops. Sorry." My eyes popped open and I realised for certain that this was real. I was in a warm, luxurious bed, with Ranger, feeling remarkably … warm and safe. With Ranger. Oh! My! God! Shit! What do I do? What do I do now? Oh, oh … What did we do?! Part of me wanted to leap out of bed and hide my face in embarrassment and shame. But another part of me really liked this warm and safe feeling. The major part of me liked that warm tangled closeness that was so lusciously warm and hard and firm and gorgeousness personified and …

"Babe? Something's burning." I could hear the smile in his voice. Oh, boy. He was amused.

"Oh, oops, sorry. I … I … I mean … sorry about the …you know…," I stammered as I hung my head down in embarrassment feeling the hot flush rising rapidly. I still had the flight or fight urge but I didn't want to fight and frankly, flight was off the table when feeling this warm and cosy just felt soooo good.

He smiled that panty ruining smile at me as he put one long finger under my chin.

"Good afternoon, Babe," he beamed as I followed his eyes down to where my hand lay on his beautiful firm abs just above his happy trail. Oh shit! Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck! I froze, but I did not remove my hand. I looked at him startle-eyed but he only grinned some more. He hugged me close to his body and I buried my embarrassment into his neck with that yummy Rangery smell. Somebody moaned. I think it was me. My hands came up to his chest as he pushed a curl behind my ear.

"Open your eyes, Babe. Let me see your beautiful blue eyes." His words warmed me up all over with that rich husky timbre. Not only did he have those beautiful brown bedroom eyes, his voice oozed sexiness supreme.

Wait … afternoon?

I'm in a luxurious bed … with Ranger.

I bit my bottom lip and looked into his dark, lusciously melted chocolate brown eyes with his long dark lashes and his hair hanging loosely. God, he's such a sexy hunk. I think I must have died and gone to heaven. How did I get so lucky?

I was startled by his deep rumbling laughter.

"Thanks Babe. You're looking pretty sexy yourself, here in … my bed. Perhaps I am the lucky one," he replied wistfully smiling openly.

"Afternoon?" I asked slowly, trying to recover some dignity with a change of subject.

He nodded with a knowing smile.

"Er … did … did we ... you and I … er ...Umm? Oh, my God."

"No Babe. You slept and you rested. Last night, you asked me to take you away. You asked me for somewhere warm and safe … and here we are," he replied smiling rather longingly as his eyes scrolled down to my lips and then he kissed them chastely.

"Did you sleep, too, in this bed …?"

"Babe, you're in my bed. Of course, I slept here. But just so you know, you had a death grip on me and wouldn't let me leave. You also had some nightmares during the night. That must have been one eventful day you had yesterday, Babe."

I nodded my head slowly and sadly. Then my stomach let out an enormous roar. Ranger was stunned and his eyes went to my stomach and back to my eyes before he burst out laughing heartily. It was such a lovely sound and he looked so divine that it warmed me up some more. He was so … so … beautiful. Oh! My! God! He's not wearing a shirt! Ohhh… Blushing here. Oh, shit. I quickly lifted a finger to my mouth to check for drooling.

"Well! That answers my next question. Hungry? Let's feed that beast."

He was still chuckling. Yep, definitely beautiful and drool worthy. He put a finger under my chin and kissed my nose.

"Why don't you have a shower, Babe and I'll organise something to eat. Everything you need is through that door: bathroom, toiletries, shower and even your own toothbrush. I have placed a change of clothes for you on the counter. No rush, just take your time … What's wrong, Babe?"

I couldn't help it. My eyes prickled and filled with tears, first a trickle, then those big fat blobby tears. I began to sob, quietly at first and then full on crying. Once I started, the flood gates just opened. Great! Very dignified, Plum. He handed me a box of tissues, lifted me up and cradled me as he rocked me gently in his lap, soothing me and rubbing my back and arms lightly all the while crooning to me, in Spanish. I felt so warm and safe in his arms … so cherished. Eventually, my crying fit slowed down as I hiccupped and blew my nose, not so elegantly. He looked into my eyes and kissed me on the tip of my nose.

"No rush, Babe," he replied softly and then chuckled as my hunger growls made themselves known again.

"You had a big day yesterday and you haven't had time to process the ordeals just yet. Ready to get up now?" I nodded, shook my head and nodded again somewhat reluctantly because it felt so warm and comfy in his arms, on his lap with his beautiful bare chest. Somebody moaned. "Hold that thought, Babe." His watchful eyes were dark pools of entrancement which held a promise of things to come. Slowly he leaned forward and brushed his lips lightly across mine and let his thumb gently touch my bottom lip. He gave me a peck on the nose and slowly pushed me towards the bathroom.

I looked over my shoulder and oh, what a sight to behold. Be still my heart! I was spellbound. I had never actually seen him shirtless and obviously, what his tight black t-shirts promised was truth supreme and unrivalled when he wore his black on black Rangeman uniform. His lounge pants hung lusciously low on his hips and my eyes glazed over. Was that me moaning again? Before I even realised it, he was right in front of me, grinning broadly and lustfully. He winked at me and I just about collapsed on the spot had he not just held me by my hips as my knees buckled weakly.

"See something you like, Babe?" with raised eyebrows, grinning wickedly.

"Hmmm …? Mmmm … yep." Oh my God! Fuck! Did I really just say that? I must have zoned out. Talk about not being aware of your surroundings. But hey?! What would you do when an Adonis is deliciously stretching right before your eyes and then in your personal space enough to make you swoon?

I looked up into his eyes. Yep. Lust but something else. Something that made me feel cherished, safe and something more profound. He smiled that beautiful smile as he steered me slowly to the bathroom door, gently shepherding me inside while his eyes held mine captive, totally mesmerised. With another chaste kiss to my forehead he let go of my hips and whispered, "No rush, Babe," as the door slowly closed. Then my stomach unleased another mighty roar and I could hear Ranger burst into peals of luscious laughter. I smiled and shook my head. "I'm on it," he called as his voice disappeared from behind the door. My body was literally humming with warm delight yet all he had done was hold me, kiss me chastely, let me cry, look at me with those eyes … I sighed as I looked up into the mirror of his luxurious bathroom. I shrieked. My hair, wild and all over the place and my puffy red eyes. I thunked my head on the counter as the door suddenly swept open and Ranger stood there with a bewildered look on his face rapidly scanning my body and the bathroom for any injuries, threats or dangers. I bit my bottom lip and looked at him apologetically.

"My hair … eyes…" I blushed, trying to explain.

He smiled. One finger tilted my chin up to look into his eyes. "You look beautiful, Babe," he whispered, stroking my jaw. "Absolutely … *kiss*… beautiful … and … *kiss*… totally edible," as he nipped my ear lobe, turned and left the bathroom swiftly. I blushed and sighed, took a deep replenishing breath and went about refreshing and luxuriating myself when my stomach promptly alerted me to its greater need, again. How did I get so lucky?