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“I don’t regret last night,” he says softly, his voice low and steady. “But I can’t let myself lose focus. Because if I do, and something happens to you, I’ll never forgive myself.”
The raw honesty in his voice takes my breath away, and for a moment, all I can do is stare at him. I see it now—the way he’s been wrestling with himself, torn between who he is and who he wants to be when he’s with me.
I move closer without even thinking, the water swirling softly around us. “You’re not going to lose focus,” I whisper. “And nothing’s going to happen to me, Ranger. I trust you.”
His eyes soften, and I see the wall between us start to crumble. I stop just inches away from him, the steam rising between us like a curtain. Slowly, he lifts a hand, brushing a strand of damp hair from my face.
“You shouldn’t trust me,” he says quietly, his thumb grazing my cheek.
“But I do.”
His gaze drops to my lips, and for a second, I think he’s going to pull away. But then he leans in, closing the space between us,and his mouth captures mine in a kiss that steals the breath from my lungs.
It’s soft at first, careful, but then his hand moves to the back of my neck, tilting my head as he deepens the kiss. Heat floods through me, and I press closer, my fingers curling into his bare shoulders as if to keep myself from floating away.
Everything else fades—the setting sun, the ocean waves, the bubbling water. It’s just him and me, tangled in this moment, this feeling that’s too big for me to name.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against mine, his breathing ragged.
“I’m already in too deep,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
I close my eyes, my heart pounding. “Me too.”
Chapter 15
Ranger
My heart hammers in my chest as I look into Tory’s soft blue eyes, the kind of eyes that make a man forget how to breathe. She’s absolutely breathtaking, her face illuminated by the faint glow of the stars above, and for the life of me, I can’t look away. In this moment—just her, me, and the quiet night—I’m completely undone.
“I need you,” I whisper against her lips.
She straddles my lap, her hands resting on my shoulders as her eyes gaze up at me. “I want it.”
I press my lips against hers and she moans into my mouth. “I’ve never felt anything like this before, Tory.”
“Me either.”
I grip her ass with both hands, moving her body over mine. “Too much clothing,” I say, lifting her up for two seconds so I can remove my swim trunks in a flash.
Tory watches with rapt fascination, and moves her hands to take off her bikini but instead, I growl at her.
“Don’t you dare.”
“What?” She asks with a little shrug of her shoulder.
“You can’t expect me to not want to undress you.”
She stops what she’s doing and gives me the prettiest fucking smile I’ve ever seen from her. My movements are slow as I remove the top of her bikini. I take my time with her tits, letting their perfect fullness rest in each hand. I thumb over each nipple, and bring my mouth down over one, and then the other.
She moans, holding me at the back of the neck. “Oh, Ranger,” she whispers as I keep toying with her breasts.
I roam my hands over her body, letting them slip beneath the bottoms of her bikini, and I slide them down her long legs. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
She smiles down at me as I sit here and remove her clothing. When she steps out of the bottoms, I reposition her to where she’s once again straddling my lap. Right where I want her.
“You belong here,” I tell her before kissing her.
She grinds her body against mine, and my cock comes to life. Let’s face it, it’s been semi-hard all day. And when she breezed past me earlier in her little bikini, I nearly lost it.