Page 11 of Longing for the Ranger

“That I can promise.”

Her smile is blinding as I finally give in to the desire she has ignited inside me. She inhales sharply as our lips meet, then melts into me as the rest of the world disappears. Blood rushes in my ears while my heart thunders in my chest.

I become light-headed as I explore all that is Izzy. She tastes like the tart wine she just drank. Her vanilla scent swirls in the air around us. Soft, creamy skin glides beneath my rough fingertips. I’m lost in this woman, senses on overload with every delectable piece of her.

Her arms encircle my neck, fingers tangling in the short hairs at the back of my head. My left hand entangles in her auburn tresses as I angle her head to deepen the kiss. A moan falls from her while our tongues twine together. The sound shoots straight to my dick.

She whimpers, her eyes fluttering open when I pull my mouth from hers. I would love nothing more than to take this further, but right now is not the time. My thumb sweeps her swollen bottom lip as our breaths come in pants.

“As much as I hate to stop this, I’m sure we're going to be interrupted at any moment and if not, we really should check on them.”

“See perfect.” She whispers with a shake of her head.

Chapter Nine

Izzy

Witnessing Shawn, sandwiched between Jake and Luke as he reads to them, continues to fill in those cracks in my heart. I no longer have any defenses against this man. He strode into our lives, instantly filling the empty space like he has been here all along.

I haven’t dated since David passed. Never felt the need or urge to, being overwhelmed with taking care of the boys and making sure their needs were met. What’s happening with Shawn can’t really be considered dating, more like creating an instant family.

I should be concerned about what this means for the boys. No one knows more than me just how fragile life can be. Shawn can promise all he wants that he’s not going anywhere, but sometimes the decision is out of our hands. Even as the thought runs through my mind throwing up a huge caution sign, watching him at this moment do voices, making the boys giggle has me ignoring it.

We survived losing someone we love once and it might hurt even worse the second time, but it’s not something I can shelter them from. It is a part of life, unfortunately, as they have learned at such a young age. I can only hope this time will be different.

As the story goes on, their eyes droop, and before Shawn reaches the end, they are fast asleep. He gently eases Jake to lie in his twin bed we are sitting on. Then he slips his beefy arms around Luke before standing and carrying him to the other twin bed on the opposite wall.

I hustle to pull back the sheets and blue comforter with dinosaurs. He gently sets Luke on the bed and I pull the covers over his small body, tucking him in before pressing a kiss to his temple. We move to the other bed and repeat the process with Jake. Then quietly make our way out of the room, flipping off the lights and leaving the door cracked.

Shawn stops at the bottom of the stairs, glancing to where Missy has made herself at home, lying on the rug by the sliding door. He sighs, bringing his gaze back to me. “I should probably head home.”

“Is that what you really want?” I ask hesitantly, almost positive he wants to stay as much as I want him to.

His laugh is mirthless. His eyes meet mine, and there is no hiding the hunger in them. “I don’t know if you’re ready to hear what I really want.”

My heart quickens, and a throbbing pulses through my core. “What if I am?” I whisper.

His nostrils flair, eyes searching mine. “Are you sure? Because what I really want is to shove you up against the nearest wall and lose myself in those soft, lush curves until we’re both wrung dry. I want to bury my face in that sweet pussy of yours until you’re hoarse from screaming my name, falling apart in my arms, and drowning me in your juices. I want you, a sobbing, writhingmess, coming on my cock, squeezing it like a vice while I fill you with my cum.”

My breaths come in pants, my nipples tighten to hard points. A whimper falling from me as I feel the juices he just described dribble down my inner thighs. “Oh God, yes!”

Grabbing his hand, I spin on unsteady legs, leading him to my bedroom. Never before have I felt like I could come from words alone. He sent me from mere longing to an all-consuming lust, throwing want right out the window and replacing it with an overwhelming need to be devoured by this man right this minute. The urgency to have him inside me, pounding me into oblivion, is stronger than obtaining my next breath.

As soon as we cross the threshold into my bedroom, he’s shutting the door and flipping the lock. The next thing I know, my purple sun dress is gone and there’s nothing but a few scraps of satin covering me from Shawn’s ravenous gaze as he greedily drinks his fill.

There’s a moment of apprehension when my mind realizes he is the first man to see me like this since David and having babies. I have always been thick and only increased in size after having the boys. But before I can spiral about him seeing all of me, his hands and lips are everywhere at once.

I’m swept up in the feel of his rough hands against my skin. His surprisingly soft lips glide over my body as the friction from the scruff on his jaw leaves a delicious tingle in its wake. All I can do is feel as all rational thought flees my mind.

Kisses pepper my neck and collarbones as my bra vanishes. His lips wrap around a distended nipple with a sucking pull shooting strait to my already pulsing core. My hands find purchase on his broad shoulders to steady myself. When they meet fabric, it hits me I'm all but naked and he is still fully clothed.

I pull at his shirt in an attempt to remove the garment from his thick torso. He rears back to jerk it off for me. I whimper at the loss of his mouth at my breast, but as soon as his shirt is gone he descends to the other one. He toys with the peaked bud while my hands are now free to roam the hard planes of his chest. When he bites down on my nipple, my fingers fist into the coarse hair there and we both moan.

Taking me in a searing kiss, he shuffles me backward to the bed. His hands nimbly divest me of my panties before easing me onto the bed. Trailing open mouth kisses down my body he lands between my spread thighs which he pushes wider.

My eyes roll back, hands clutching the blue floral comforter beneath me as he swipes his tongue through my already drenched folds. He has worked me into such a frenzy it takes only a few swirls around my swollen clit before stars burst behind my eyes. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as I fly through nirvana, suspended in bliss.

Gasping for breath, lying limp with trembling limbs, I gradually become aware of his eyes on me. A flush runs over me at his feral, satisfied grin. “You ready for more?”

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