Page 9 of Protected By The Ranger (The Men of Ghost Security #1)

JAKE

Make love to me,” she whispers, the words reflecting what I’ve wanted since the second I came back tonight.

I touch my forehead to hers and let the truth spill. “I love you,” I tell her against her mouth. “I love your strength, your talent, your courage. I love the way you fight and the way you melt when I touch you. I love you, Izzy.”

Her fingers fist in my hair, tugging me closer until her breath is all I can taste. “I love you, too,” she says, already breathless. “Show me.”

I do, slowly. I peel her oversized hoodie off her shoulders and watch it puddle on the floor. My palms follow, up the curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts. Her nipples are tight, begging for my thumbs, and when I drag across them she arches with a gasp that detonates heat low in my body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, not hiding how hungry I am. My hands frame her breasts, a slow squeeze that makes her shiver and bite her lip. “You know what you do to me?”

“Yeah,” she whispers, hand pressing over the hard line at my zipper. “I can feel it.” She strokes me through my jeans and my cock instinctively jerks toward her touch. “That’s mine.”

“Yours,” I growl. I catch her mouth again, devour her moan, then strip fast because I can’t wait any longer.

She slides down my body and kisses along my stomach like she owns it. Settled between my thighs, she looks up through her lashes. She curls her hand around my cock, strokes once, twice, and precum beads at the crown.

“Open that pretty mouth,” I rasp, bracing on the headboard, the other hand slipping into her golden hair. “Show me how hungry you are.”

She smiles like a sinner in church and takes me in. Her lush mouth closes around my cock, wet and perfect. She sinks deep, cheeks hollowing, tongue working the underside. A groan rips out of me, then another when she circles the tip with her tongue, teasing me.

“That’s it,” I manage, eyes on hers. “Eyes on me while you suck my cock.”

She sets a rhythm—long, wet pulls; a tight seal at the head; her fist twisting at the base while her mouth sinks and sucks. Spit slicks everything.

“God, Izzy,” I groan, my hips twitching as her head bobs on my cock. “You like this, don’t you? Making me lose my mind.”

She pulls off with a wet pop, palm stroking me slow. “I like knowing it’s my mouth that does it,” she smiles, then slides back down and proves it.

Pressure coils low and intense. “Izzy,” I warn. “You keep going and I’m going to finish in your mouth. Is that what you want?”

She strokes once, thumb smearing slick. “I want you where you need it most. But I also want you inside me when you come.”

My restraint shreds. I haul her up and kiss her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue. “Then ride me,” I tell her, voice rough. “Show me what’s yours.”

She swings a leg over me and settles, thighs bracketing my hips. The heat of her slides over me and I grunt like I’ve been punched. She grips me, guides the head of my cock to her hot pussy, and sinks down, inch by slow inch, until I’m buried to the hilt.

“Jesus,” I choke, hands clamping on her waist so I don’t flip her. “You’re so tight. So fucking perfect.” I breathe, not moving, letting her stretch around me. “Tell me what you want. Slower? Deeper?”

“I want you to watch,” she says, eyes daring. She rolls her hips, a slow grind that drags me along her inner walls and brushes a spot that steals our breath. “Watch your cock disappear in me. Hold me while I take what I need.”

“Take it,” I say, in awe at this side of Izzy. “Make yourself come on my cock. Show me what you like.”

She moves. Slow circles become longer rolls, then short, sharp drops that make wet sounds fill the room. Her breasts bounce and I cup them, teasing her nipples until her mouth falls open around a strangled sound I chase with my tongue.

“Tell me how it feels,” I say against her skin, teeth scraping just enough to light her up.

She pants, riding harder and bucking her hips against mine. “Like I can’t get close enough to you.”

“You can.” I find her clit and massage it with my thumb. She shudders, hips bucking. “Bounce on it, Izzy. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

Her head tips back, hair falling around her shoulders, sweat glistening at her throat. “Jake…”

“I’ve got you.” I thrust up to meet her, setting a pace that punches breathless little sounds out of her. The headboard taps the wall in time with her whimpers. “Fuck this feels good.”

She tightens around me and I know she’s close. I press harder on her clit, coaxing. “Come for me.”

That tips her over. She breaks on a cry, body locking around me in hard, pulsing waves. I ride her through it, rubbing her clit until she whimpers and bats at my hand.

She gives me a dazed smile, then lifts and sinks again, a lazy roll that drags a groan out of both of us. “You’re not done,” she murmurs.

“Not even close,” I growl, rolling us so she’s on her back and I’m braced above, still deep inside. She hooks her legs around my hips and I thrust into her with long strokes that bottom out and grind, making sure the head drags over that spot that makes her moan. “Tell me if you want softer.”

“I want you exactly like this,” she says, husky. “Fuck me like you mean it. I want to feel you tomorrow.”

“Done.” I lace my fingers with hers and pin our hands above her head. “Eyes on me,” I tell her, hips driving. “Look at me while I fuck you.”

She does. The bed creaks beneath us.

“Say it,” she begs, throat offered. “Say I’m yours.”

“You’re mine,” I groan, thrusting harder and faster. “No one touches what’s mine.”

She moans, closer again. I shove her knees wider and change the angle, grinding deep. Her breath snags. “Right there,” she says, frantic. “Please, Jake, right there.”

“I’ve got you,” I promise, mouth on her jaw, then her throat, then down to the swell of her breast where I suck her nipple and bite just enough to make her gasp. “You’re going to come again. You’re going to milk my cock while I fill you up. Say yes.”

“Yes,” she sobs, eyes wet. “Please.”

I slide down and take her clit into my mouth; a few greedy licks and a sharp suck have her shaking. I push two fingers inside and curl up, stroking the spot that makes her writhe. She yanks my hair, half begging, half demanding, and I grin against her.

“Let go for me,” I say into her. “Come on my mouth.”

She crashes, slick flooding my tongue, thighs trembling around my head. I ride her through it, gentling when she wriggles, then crawl back up and slide into her in one hard thrust that knocks sound out of us both.

Her arms wrap my neck. “Fuck me,” she whispers, a plea and an order.

I do. I give her everything—weight, heat, hunger; the rhythm she wants and the intensity she needs.

I tell her she’s gorgeous with her hair stuck to her cheeks and her lips swollen from kissing me.

I tell Izzy her pussy is the best thing that’s ever happened to my cock.

I tell her I’m going to fill her up so deep she’ll think about me when she walks tomorrow.

I tell her that if anyone looks at her, they’ll see the glow I put on her and know she’s claimed.

“Say it back,” I order, breath hot against her mouth. “Tell me whose you are.”

“I’m yours,” she answers without hesitation, voice shaking. “All yours, Jake. No one else.”

“That’s right.” The pressure in my spine winds tight. I hold her face in both hands so I can see her when I go. “Look at me,” I tell her, voice breaking. “Eyes on me while I give it to you.”

She does, and the sight of her—wrecked and beautiful and mine—finishes me.

I slam deep and my cock explodes so hot my toes curl.

I come in hard, pulsing waves, groaning her name while her body clamps around me, dragging every last drop.

She whispers yes against my mouth, yes, baby, yes, catching what I give.

We don’t move for a long beat, nothing but heat and breath and the way our pulses trip together under my mouth.

I kiss her slow, unhurried, until the urgency turns to softness and the softness to something like peace.

I could live in this. Her fingers trace idle circles on my chest, then one scar, and when I kiss the crown of her head she sighs like she just found a place she didn’t know she was missing. Mine. Always mine.

Eventually I ease out, cursing softly when she shivers, and grab a warm cloth. I clean her gently, then me, then pull her back into my arms because that’s where she belongs. She climbs onto me, cheek to my chest, one leg hooking over my hip, and sighs like she’s the happiest woman in the world.

I stroke her hair, then the line of her shoulder. “I’m never letting you go,” I say, quiet but deadly serious. “Not now, not ever.”

“Promise?” she asks, tilting her face up. The smile that curves her mouth is soft and dangerous. “Say it again.”

“Promise,” I say, and kiss the smile. “I’ll say it when you wake up sore and smiling because my cock owned you all night.

I’ll say it when you’re tired and when you’re flying.

You’re mine, Izzy, and I’m yours. I’ll carry you when you’re exhausted, guard your sleep, clap the loudest, and be the soft place you land. ”

Her laugh is a little wobbly. “Bossy and sweet. My favorite combination.”

“Then hear this too.” I tip her chin so she has to look at me. “I love you. I choose you. I’ll keep choosing you. I’ll be your man in the daylight, your filth at midnight, and your home always.”

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