Page 16 of Merry with a Ranger

His lips curled up sinfully. “Tell me you’ve never watched a dirty movie before, Bonnie.”

My cheeks flamed. “Stop that.”

“Right. So.” He rolled to one side, rubbing his fingers along my stomach. “I want to see you,” he whispered, grazing his mouth against my cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Show me every part of you.”

This was so far outside my wheelhouse that we’d left the realm of amusing behind long, long ago. But if this was what he wanted, then the people pleaser in me needed to try. Hell, the Nash pleaser in me wanted to try, as well. But my cheeks still flamed as I pushed myself up into a pretzel, his jacket hanging off one shoulder, my legs tucked beneath me.

“I have no idea how to start,” I admitted.

His gaze coasted over me as he hooked one finger into the back of my stolen jacket and tugged gently, forcing my shoulders to roll backward, pushing my breasts forward. My head tipped to one side as I watched him, and his mouth brushed over mine.

“That’s a damn good start,” he breathed.

I let him tug the jacket free, and raised my hands to the dress straps he started on before, slowly sliding them off my shoulders. His eyes tracked that movement too, hunger edging into them as I reached back and started to undo the back of my dress then stopped. I had no bra beneath, which meant I really had to stand up for this next part.

My mouth dried, but it was a now-or-never type decision. Sliding off the bed, I turned my back to him, barely daring to glance over my shoulder. Nash watched me with lazy but heated eyes, his hands resting on his thighs. I slowly lowered the zip in my dress and let it slide to the floor, leaving me in that white, silky thong.

His sharp inhale told me I didn’t screw it up, and managed to hook my thumbs into the side straps, wiggling my feet hip width apart and bent forward at the waist, tugging the elastic down. I barely got the panties past my ass cheeks and didn’t have toworry about the rest of the mechanics when his hand came down firmly on the small of my back.

“Don’t move,” Nash said softly, leaving his hand there, though his other traced the curve of my buttock, then a little lower, finding the first drips of dampness and spreading them around.

A whimper left my lips. He saiddon’t move, notdon’t make any sounds.I couldn’t help the noises that slipped from out as he played with my wet pussy, discovering the shape of my swollen, slick folds, how I shivered when he traced over them, pressed his long fingers into me.

The moment I cried out when he pushed two fingers deep into me and worked them fast he cursed, his hand on my hip gripped tight, before that touch disappeared. His hand closed lightly around my throat, levering my upward.

“Bonnie, you’re gonna have to tell me if I can fuck you like this or you want to be back on the bed right now because damn, love, you are far too tempting like that.”

He twisted my head back so I had to look at him. My body jostled sideways, and his hand between us rubbed his erection in long, slow strokes that matched his labored breathing.

A sense of power that I’d done this to him, after so long apart, slammed into me.

“However you want, Nash. Just—go slow for a little bit, okay?” Something in my face must have shown through as he cursed again.

A breath later I was on my back with him above me, my thong discarded with the rest of my clothes, alongside his.

“What–?” I swore I wasn’t going to get a full sentence out tonight.

“Love, I promise I’ll show you everything. But for your first time with me I want to stretch you gently, okay?” His hand found mine and closed my fingers around his?—

Girth. Not length. He was worried about actually hurting me.

“Oh, shit.” Not eloquent, but it was all I had right then. “I’m more breakable than I thought.”

He laughed down at me gently. “Not the way we’ll do this, if you’re still okay with it. I promise you’ve gonna like it. But you held up your end. Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

Nash pressed me back into the pillow again. Breath whooshed out of me as he slid down my body and between my legs. Then his mouth settled over my bare skin below where I waxed for the beach because I liked the idea of wearing white dresses and white bikinis, never thinking someone else might see me bare.

“Christ, love,” he muttered reverently, licking and nibbling on tender flesh. I found his hair and tugged on the short ends, scraping my nails along his scalp as he groaned into my damp skin. “This night is gonna make my top two.”

He latched onto my clit at the same time as his tongue dived into my core and I screamed into my fist.

“Oh, God. What was the first?” I panted.

He paused and looked up at me, his brow furrowed. “You don’t know?” I shook my head. “Naughty Bonnie,” he reproved me in a low voice. “We can deal with that later. The top night is when you got drunk and told me you loved me over a text message back in the day. Best fucking night of my life.”

My eyes filled with tears. I tried to answer him, but nothing at all came out. He didn’t seem to mind, only went back to the task he set himself, licking and eating me until my legs shook, and he hooked my thighs over his shoulders.

I screamed a second time into my hands, clasping them over my mouth, my heels drumming into his back. Tears cascaded from the corners of my eyes as I came hard.

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