Page 5 of Protected By The Ranger (The Men of Ghost Security #1)
JAKE
I nside the house, we fall on each other, kissing and touching with a deep hunger.
Izzy’s dress rides up her thighs, and the feel of her bare skin against my hands makes my vision blur with lust. She’s so warm, so soft, and the way she clings to me makes something fierce and possessive surge through my chest.
Halfway down the hall, I can’t wait anymore. I press her back against the wall, my body caging her in as I grind against the heat between her legs. The friction is maddening through our clothes, not nearly enough, but the soft gasps coming from her mouth drive me to the edge of sanity.
“Jesus, Izzy.” The words come out broken. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
She looks at me with those incredible blue eyes, pupils blown wide with desire, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I think I know,” she says, lowering one of her hands to my cock and stroking it through my jeans.
She pulls me into another kiss as I grind against her through the thin barriers of our clothes.
She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted but denied myself.
When I bite gently at her lower lip, she moans into my mouth, and the sound vibrates through my chest. I can’t explain why I’m so attracted to Izzy, but I already know I won’t give her up willingly.
“More,” she demands, her fingers stroking my chest. “I need more.”
I slide my hands under her dress, caressing the smooth skin of her thighs, feeling the way she trembles under my touch.
“Take me to my bedroom,” she moans against my mouth, her hips grinding against mine and making my cock ache. It presses against my jeans, desperate to be freed and buried in Izzy.
I carry her the rest of the way, shouldering through her door with enough force that it bangs against the wall.
I set her down beside the bed, and my hands immediately find the zipper of her dress, pushing it down to her waist. She reaches for the hem of my t-shirt, her fingers brushing against my abs as she pulls it over my head in one smooth motion.
Her eyes widen as she takes in my chest, following the lines of muscle, the scars that map my military service. When her fingers trace the jagged line where shrapnel tore through my shoulder, I shudder under her touch.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispers, her touch light as she traces every line and shadow. Her hands spread across my chest, feeling the rapid beat of my heart. “So strong.”
“Your turn,” I say, my voice rough with need.
I push her dress off her hips, watching as it falls at her feet.
She’s wearing a lacy blue bra that makes my blood roar in my veins, the delicate fabric barely containing the full curves of her breasts.
Matching panties hug her hips, revealing the line of her thick thighs and the soft curve of her waist.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her, reaching out to trace the edge of her bra with one finger. Her skin is like silk beneath my touch, warm and responsive, and she arches into me like she’s been waiting for this moment her entire life.
I reach behind her to unhook her bra, my fingers finding the clasp and releasing it with a flick of my fingers. When the lace finally falls away, I catch my breath. Her breasts are beautiful, full and soft with pink nipples that tighten under my gaze.
“So beautiful,” I murmur, cupping them in my palms, feeling their weight, their warmth. When I brush my thumbs across her nipples, she gasps and they harden into sharp points. Her head falls back to expose the long line of her throat.
My mouth follows my hands, kissing and sucking until she’s grinding against me, her hands on my back, pulling me closer. Every soft cry that escapes her lips makes my cock strain harder against my jeans, demanding release.
“Jake, please,” she gasps, her hands fumbling as she works my jeans open and slides her hand down to my cock, fingers shaking with urgency. “I need you.”
I guide her backward until her knees hit the bed, then follow her down onto the mattress. The springs creak under our combined weight, but my only focus is on the way she looks spread out beneath me—looking like a curvy fucking goddess.
My hands slide down her body, mapping every curve, every sensitive spot that makes her breath catch. When I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties, she lifts her hips to help me slide them down her legs.
“Let me taste you first,” I say, my voice rough with need. Her sweet pussy glistens with her juices, and my mouth waters in anticipation.
“Please,” she whispers, opening her thighs wider for me.
I start at her inner thigh, slowly kissing my way toward her pretty pussy, taking my time with each inch of skin. Her skin is impossibly soft under my lips, and I can feel her pulse racing beneath my tongue.
When I finally put my mouth on her core, she cries out, her back arching off the bed like she’s been struck by lightning. I nearly blow my load the moment I taste her. I lick and suck at her, trying my damnedest to savor every drop of her sweet nectar.
“Oh, God, Jake.” She trembles on my tongue as I eat her out, giving herself to me with lusty abandon. I relish every new sound that comes from her luscious mouth. My cock is impossibly hard as I focus on her pleasure, and I ache to bury myself in her and show her how deeply I want her.
When I suck gently on her clit, she raises her ass off the bed and clenches her thighs over my ears.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, her voice breaking. “Please don’t stop. Right there!”
Her breathing becomes ragged, desperate, her body tensing as she approaches the edge. I keep the pressure steady, relentless, until she’s bucking on my tongue, her body shaking.
When she finally breaks, crying out my name as her orgasm crashes through her, I feel it like a victory. The taste of her release on my tongue, the way her body shudders and clenches, her broken sobs of pleasure the best sound in the world.
“I need you inside me,” she gasps, her hands reaching for me. “Now. Please.”
When I settle between her thighs, she reaches up to cup my face, her thumbs brushing across my cheekbones.
“Are you ready?” I ask, even though stopping now might kill me.
“I might die if you stopped.” Izzy’s voice is breathless as she echoes my thoughts, her breathing rapid as she looks up at me. One look into her eyes and I can see her hunger matches mine.
She pulls me down and gives me a slow, deep kiss. I rub the head of my cock through her slick heat as we kiss, then push inside slowly. The sensation is overwhelming—heat and silk and perfect pressure that makes my vision blur.
“You feel amazing,” I tell her, fighting the urge to move rough and fast, to take what I need.
“So do you.” She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, making us both groan. “Now move. Hard.”
The careful control I’ve maintained my entire adult life crumbles under the weight of her demand. I rock my hips against hers, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. She meets me stroke for stroke, her hands holding my shoulders as she drives me toward madness.
“Yes,” she gasps, her body arching beneath mine. “Just like that. Don’t hold back.”
I don’t. I can’t. Every time she says my name, every soft cry that escapes her lips, drives me closer to the edge. I wasn’t going to fuck her like this, but by some miracle, she wants this the way I want to give it to her. Izzy is my fucking dream girl.
I growl against her throat, pinning her to the bed with my hips, my cock buried deep in her. How the hell does she make me feel so primal?
Her eyes flutter as her breath catches, and her pussy clenches my cock, and I know she’s close again. I change the angle slightly, hitting that spot inside her that makes her cry out, and she explodes on my cock.
Her pussy clenches my cock as she moans my name, and it sends me over the edge. My orgasm tears through me, white-hot and shooting up my spine, until I’m weak and moaning her name.
She turns in my arms to look at me, and the smile that spreads across her face is like sunrise after the longest night of my life. Her hair is mussed, her lips swollen, and she’s easily the most beautiful woman in the world.
“I’m never letting you go,” I tell her, the words slipping out before I can stop them.