Page 36 of Ranger’s Protection

I should feel guilty about that. Should feel like I took advantage of someone vulnerable, scared and desperately seeking comfort in the worst possible circumstances.

Don't feel guilty at all. I feel satisfied. Possessive. Like something that was missing finally clicked into place.

Like she's mine and I'm keeping her.

Delilah shifts against me, making a small sound in her sleep. Her eyes flutter open slowly, unfocused for a moment before they find my face. Then she smiles.

"Hi," she murmurs, her voice rough from sleep and screaming.

"Hi yourself."

"You're still here."

"Where else would I be?"

"I don't know. I half-expected to wake up alone and realize last night was a dream." She stretches slightly, then winces. "Okay, definitely not a dream. I'm so sore."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize. I meant what I said. I wanted to feel it." She traces patterns on my chest with one finger, not looking at me. "I've never done the morning-after thing before. Don't really know what I'm supposed to say."

"Say whatever you want. There's no script."

"Okay. Then I'll say that was the best night of my life, and I don't regret any of it, and I really want to kiss you right now if that's okay."

I answer by pulling her up and claiming her mouth. Kissing her feels as natural as breathing. Her body melts against mine, and I can feel myself getting hard again despite having had her twice last night.

She feels it too, the press of my cock against her thigh, and makes a small sound into my mouth.

"Again?" she asks when we break apart, her eyes dark with pure desire.

"Can't help it. You're in my bed, naked, and every time you move, I remember how you felt wrapped around my cock."

She shivers. "We probably shouldn't. Everyone already heard us last night. If we do it again, I'll never be able to look anyone in the eye."

"They're bikers. They've heard worse. Hell, half of them probably did the same thing their first night with their old ladies."

"Still." But she's kissing my neck now, her teeth scraping my skin, her hand sliding down my stomach toward my cock.

I catch her wrist before she can reach it. "If you touch me right now, I'm going to fuck you again regardless of who might hear. So, decide what you want, Delilah, and decide fast."

She looks up at me with those huge brown eyes, desire and uncertainty warring in her expression. "I want you. I just... I also want to be able to face people today without dying of embarrassment."

Fair point.

I shift us so she's on her back and I'm hovering over her, caging her in with my arms. "Then let me kiss you. Touch you. Make you feel good without going all the way. Would that work?"

"Yes. Please."

I take my time, kissing her deeply while my hands explore every inch of her body I can reach. Mapping the curve of her waist, the softness of her stomach, the full weight of her breasts. She's responsive to every touch, arching into my hands, making small sounds that go straight to my cock.

When I finally slide my hand between her legs, she's already wet.

"So ready for me," I murmur against her mouth. "Even sore, your body still wants mine."

"Always," she breathes. "I think I'll always want you."

Fuck. We've known each other less than a day. There's no logical reason her saying "always" should feel like a promise instead of just heat-of-the-moment talk.