Page 59 of The Ranger Gets His Girl

His body was fascinated by the feel of her hand in his, so natural. It felt like a piece of him had been missing, and he'd finally found it.

Chapter 22

They walked hand in hand to their room, and he unlocked the door. He ushered her in ahead of him then pinned her to the wall before the door even fully shut.

She gasped, and he reveled in the sound. The leash on his control was shredding by the second. He wanted to please her, pleasure her, make her smile all day and scream his name all night.

He nipped at her lips and growled, "I can't keep my hands off you. You make my mouth water. I've craved the taste of you all day."

He kissed her softly, dragging his lips atop hers as her breathing grew faster. "But it's more than just physical, little bird."

His teeth raked down her neck.

She gasped and pulled his hair. "It is?"

He sucked softly on the sensitive spot on her neck, and she twisted in his arms. "If I'm not with you, I'm worried about you. You haunt my dreams, and when I'm awake, I can't stop thinking about you."

He kissed her again, needing to stop the flow of his words before he said something he wasn't ready to commit to. His tongue swirled a little deeper, teasing her into a moan.

His tongue swept in and twirled around hers twice before breaking the kiss again. "You've cast a spell on me with your smile, your mind, your heart. I'm not sure if I want to run away from you or run closer."

She tipped her head back against the wall in frustration, her nails digging into his arms. "Run closer, Mason. Please. Run with me."

He peppered kisses along her jaw. "But where are we running to, Luce?"

"No fucking clue, Mason."

He chuckled into her ear and felt her shiver in his arms. "Fair enough. Are you agreeable to a few more orgasms along the way?"

"Hell yeah."

It felt like his chest was going to explode if he didn't kiss her properly. So he did.

Her mouth was warm and welcoming. He'd built up the kiss so much that now she was clawing at his arms and sucking on his tongue. He groaned, feeling his already hard cock swell as she imitated the movement he wanted below.

But this wasn't about him. It was about her, showing her how much he wanted her. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. His hands settled on her hips, then bent down to run his hands up the sides of her thighs. He drank in her gasp as he slid his hands over her waist and down her ass, sliding her panties off.

She kicked them away, along with her sandals. He toed off his own shoes, causing the kiss to break. She clawed at his shirt, and he pulled it up and over his head.

Then she attacked his mouth, nearly leaping into his arms. He grabbed her and lifted her up, pushing her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him, and his fingers dug under her ass into the wet core beneath.

They both groaned, and he broke the kiss, digging his mouth into her shoulder as he fought himself for control.

"I'm not going to fuck you against the wall."

"Why not?" she gasped.

He bit her shoulder again, then brushed his lips softly across the bite. He picked her up and carried her bridal style to the bed. She leaned back, spreading her legs and setting her feet on the edge. Darkness enveloped them as he eased back and tugged on her dress.

"This comes off. Zipper?"

She sat up and pulled it up and over her head before laying back down. He froze, seeing her naked on the bed. When had she taken her swimsuit off? How long had she been naked underneath?

His mouth went dry, and he groaned, sinking to his knees. She gasped as his fingers trailed back and forth over her little clit. The scent swarmed his senses, making him sway with desire.

He bent and kissed her raised knee, making her twitch and moan. "Mason."

God, he loved when she said his name. Who needed a nickname when she sounded like an angel, his name a prayer on her lips?

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