Page 46 of The Ranger Gets His Girl

"So you don't regret it? You aren't avoiding me?"

His chest hurt to hear the broken little voice coming out of this strong, capable woman. He buried his head in her neck.

"I could never regret knowing you, Lucy. And last night... I can't stop thinking about it, about all the things I want to do with you, to you."

Her breath shuddered. "Like—like what?"

He growled. Did his Lucy like dirty talk? His dick jumped at the idea. "I want to fuck you until you scream my name."

Her breath caught, so he continued. "I want to eat you until your legs are shaking around my head. I want to see and feel your pouty lips wrapped around my cock as I face fuck you."

"Oh God," she whispered, her nails biting into his arms again.

His lips hovered over hers, and she shifted, grinding onto his thigh and making his fingers dig into her ass.

She whimpered, "You—you want me?"

He swallowed past the lump in his throat, trying to clear his head from the haze of desire and register the note of pain in her voice.

"Hell yeah I do. You're every man's fucking dream, all tits and ass." God, he sounded like a pig. He ground her onto his leg, making her gasp. "No, wait. That didn't come out right. You're way more than gorgeous, sunshine. You're caring, kind, and scare the hell out of me."

She frowned and chuckled at the same time. She opened her mouth to ask how, but he didn't want to admit just how easy it would be to fall in love with her. He couldn't fall for her. He wouldn't.

It'd be so much easier to just focus on their physical relationship.

He spoke up before she could ask. "I don't just want to fuck you, Lucy. I wanted to spend the day with you today. I want to get to know you."

Her lips brushed his tentatively. "Then what are we waiting for? Stop thinking and just—"

He didn't know who moved first, her or him. But their lips molded together, their tongues dancing as rain started to fall on his shoulders. Thunder boomed and the guys in the hot tub laughed.

"Hey, get out of the pool! There's lightning!"

Mason broke the kiss and glanced around, noticing the steady rain and distant flashes of light. He growled, lifted her by the ass and set her on the edge of the pool in front of him. Her legs naturally spread, and he licked his lips as he glanced down at her soaked core, covered by just a thin layer of pale pink fabric.

Next time.

Her eyes met his, and she tugged on his biceps. "Come on, we have to leave. This is dangerous."

"You're dangerous," he ground out, stepping to the side and hauling himself up and out of the pool. She didn't hear him and thank God for that. He wasn't sure he could explain why. He only knew that she threatened everything he thought he'd known.

She spun around and took the few steps to their section of the patio, once more secluded from others in their own little world.

They each took a towel from the chairs and toweled off in silence. He wasn't cold from being wet, quite the opposite. Being near her, having touched her and held her so close—he was radiating heat.

He could feel the tension between them as he followed her inside and closed the glass door. She started to walk around the bed, but he pushed her against the wall and crushed his mouth to hers.

She smelled of sunscreen and tasted of oranges. Her towel fell to the floor as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tipped her head back to deepen the kiss.

He never wanted to stop kissing her. She was more addicting than any drug. Fear raced along his spine, but he couldn't stop kissing her any more than he could stop a tsunami.

Chapter 17

Lucy's mind splintered as his tongue dove in her mouth. The back and forth swish of his tongue mimicked his hips. But it was his fingers on her ass that drove her crazy. He held her against the wall as if she weighed nothing.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, tugging on his hair. He growled and nipped down her neck, biting and kissing and making her core clench.

"Oh God," she moaned as his fingers dove inside the band of her swimsuit. His long fingers barely teased her wet open slit, but it left her begging. She dug her nails into his scalp and back. "Mason, please."

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