Page 9 of Pining for the Ranger
The side of her mouth tips up. “Hey, they’re not so bad. That’s a pretty decent brand. I’ve definitely had worse. Either is fine with me, so you choose first.”
Handing her the chicken, I take a seat on one of the chunks of wood next to the fire. Dusk falls as we heat and eat our serviceable meals. Stars become visible in the clear night sky. Sparks from the fire shoot towards them when we add wood to it.
The contentment and peace I usually feel when out here is beyond measure tonight with the woman beside me. I never thought I would feel more happy than I do when I’m camping out by myself, but having Laura with me has brought it to a whole other level. She fits into my life like she was always meant to be there. A missing piece I didn’t even know was absent until she showed up.
“Ready for bed?” I ask when a yawn cracks her jaw.
She smiles at me with sleepy eyes. “I suppose I am. All the hiking and fresh air have done me in.”
“So it’s going to be snug if we both sleep in the tent, but I’m happy to sleep out here by the fire if you want.”
Her head shakes. “No need. It’s not like we haven’t been that close before. Besides, I’ll be much warmer with you next to me.”
My heart races, knowing I get to hold her close tonight. I didn’t think it was possible, but this night just got even better.
Chapter Eight
Laura
Waking up gradually for the first time in days fills me with surprise. I feel completely rested after a dreamless night’s sleep. Did recovering most of my memory keep the nightmare at bay, or was it the hard body behind me, enveloping me in snug warmth all night?
I can’t keep from sighing as I burrow back into him, wanting to prolong the luxury for as long as possible. What I wouldn’t give to always wake up like this, so completely content and safe in his arms.
Chills, which have nothing to do with the cool morning air, break across my skin when Boone nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck, arms tightening around me. My heart races not only at finally being in the arms of the man I have been pining for, but being able to enjoy it, knowing there is no one else.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” His gravely voice whispers across my skin before his lips press a kiss there, causing mypussy to flutter. He groans. “God, I could wake up like this every day for the rest of my life and die a happy man.”
My heart thunders at his words, his thoughts echoing the ones running through my head. I roll to face him. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
Awareness flairs in his eyes before his lips close the short distance between us, capturing mine in a searing kiss. A kiss which goes from zero to sixty in only a few seconds, alighting every nerve ending in me. Where I was cozy, warm and content a few minutes ago, I’m now burning with a fiery need, hotter than ever before.
Whimpers fall from me as our tongues tangle. My hands fist in the soft strands of his short hair.
He unzips our sleeping bags, so he has access to roam his hands over my body before snaking them beneath my shirt and sports bra, molding to my breasts. When his thumbs brush my peaked nipples, pressure builds in my core and I feel wetness dampen my panties.
Moaning, I run my hands under his shirt, needing to feel his skin. When I shove the fabric up, I lose his mouth so he can pull the offending material off. Then his hands are ripping not only my shirt but my bra off as well. The cool air hits my heated flesh but provides little relief from the fire raging inside.
Boone’s head dips as his mouth engulfs a hard nipple into his warm, wet mouth before sucking on the distended bud. My fingers dig into his back at the pull, causing my inner walls to clamp down, painfully empty.
“More,” I rasp, pushing my hips against him. The need to have him filling me entirely is overwhelming.
He growls around my nipple; the vibration sending tingles through me. His hands go to my pants, unbuttoning and wrenching the zipper down so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t pullright off. He jerks not only my pants but my panties down in one forceful yank before his fingers delve into my wet folds.
I cry out when they brush my swollen clit. My hips rock, seeking more friction.
“Fuck yeah. So wet for me. You’re a goddamn dream.” He mutters before taking my other nipple in his mouth.
His tongue toys with it, while his hand plucks at the other he abandoned. Two fingers plunge inside me, his thumb working my clit as I race toward the edge. Gasping at the pressure building, my entire being focused on the places on my body he is working. Then, I can’t breathe as I fall over, hurdling through space.
His fingers continue to work my over sensitized flesh, prolong the climax completely consuming me. Spots dance beneath my eyelids as my oxygen deprived lungs scream for relief.
“Breathe baby.” He instructs as his hand lifts away.
I suck in air at the direction.
His hand cups my cheek, his lips brushing across mine. “Fucking sexiest thing I have ever experienced, bar none is you coming apart in my arms.”
I bite my lip at the words and my pussy clenches as if it didn’t just experience the best orgasm ever. The need to have him inside me becomes all-consuming. I push him to his back, my hands going to his waist to undo his pants.
