This was not news to me. All of my cars
are crappy. It’s a lifestyle. I blew out a breath. “Yeah, I know.”
His arms were crossed over his muscular
chest and his biceps were on display. He was watching me with a little
smile. “So why are you driving this?” he said.
“Because I can afford it.”
He hooked an arm around my neck and pulled
me closer. He touched his lips to my temple and said, “You could drive
the Cayenne.”
I got a whiff of Bulgari and warm Ranger.
My hands automatically came up to his stomach to lightly trace the lines
of his eight-pack through the soft black t-shirt. I have no control
over this – it happens all by itself. “Yes, but the price is too high”
He set me back a step and chucked me under
the chin to look up at him. “You know better than that.”
I rolled my eyes at that. “Yeah, so you
say.”
A small frown came over his handsome face.
“It’s the truth.”
I sighed. “OK, I know.” And I did know.
I’ve blown up expensive cars, wiped out half of his Merry Men, and
rammed an armored truck through his parking garage gate and he’s hardly
even blinked. “But Morelli says different.”
The small frown now included his eyes
which had gone a shade darker. “Ask me if I care what Morelli says.”
“Ranger, you know why I can’t drive the
Cayenne.” He didn’t say anything as he linked our fingers together and
tugged me into the alley next to the Bonds office. He backed me up
against the brick wall, put one hand gently against my jaw and the other
on my butt and leaned in for a kiss. Getting kissed by Ranger is an
experience. Some guys get grabby when they kiss, but not Ranger. His
hands don’t roam because they don’t need to. He deepened the kiss and
my hands did enough roaming for the both of us.
He drew back and looked down at me. There
was warmth in his eyes and a smile on his face that promised all that
and a hell of a lot more if I just said the magic word. The look was
dangerous, because that word was on the tip of my tongue just waiting to
jump out. I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his stomach,
smoothing out the wrinkles I had made when I’d had handfuls of his
shirt. “And don’t look at me like that either,” I said, tapping my
finger against his chest. “That is not a good look.”
Ranger grinned at me and his eyes traveled
over my face and downward. “It is from where I’m standing.”
He leaned in again and brushed his lips
against mine, then kissed my jaw and down my neck. I felt his fingers
come up and brush my breasts lightly. I sucked in some air that was
desperately needed. “That’s not fair, Ranger” I whispered.
He whispered back, “I don’t play fair.” He
slid his knee between mine and kissed me again. The temperature in the
shaded alley felt like it had jacked up about 20 degrees. His tongue
rubbed against mine and he cradled my head in his hand as he pressed
himself against me. He reached down with his free hand and pulled my
knee up to wrap my leg around his hip. I felt something long, warm and
hard pressed against me and I knew it wasn’t his gun, because that was
at the small of his back. I suddenly didn’t care that we were in a
public place. I wanted him bad.
Ranger backed off from the kiss and lifted
my hand. He dropped a set of keys into my open palm and gave me a sexy
grin, “Keep the car as long as you need it, Babe.”
I took in a shuddering breath trying to
get my pulse back to normal. He had me in a state and he knew it. “You
are a very bad man, Carlos Manoso.”