The Ranger's Passionate Love

by Nicole Jordan

  His arms moved, pulling her sideways and up until she was straddling him. She felt him, hard and ready, pulsing between her thighs. He tugged upward at her top, and she got the message. With a teasing smile, she began to slowly inch the fabric upwards. His eyes were fastened on the lower hem as it inched upward. He gulped when she revealed her own stomach, dark and gleaming in the moonlight. When she revealed her breasts, nipples large and dark even against the coffee of her skin, he lost control.

  Growling, he grabbed her top, pulling it over her head with a single motion. Then he rolled, flipping her so that she was suddenly beneath him, trapped by his long, powerful body. His hands, so gentle before, ran along her skin as if trying to feel every part of her at once. One hand moved behind her head, pulling her to him for another kiss, demanding and insistent. The other ran along her sides, moving to cup her breasts and tug on her nipple. Pleasure shot through her, pooling in her belly and then traveling downwards.

  Kyara writhed against him, feeling her body respond. His hand and her breast teased and taunted her, urging her to go further. She ran her hands along his back, fingers digging into him, trying to pull him closer, pull him inside of her.

  His hands worked their way down. His thumbs hooked inside both her pajama bottoms and underwear at once. In a single motion he reared back onto his knees, towering over her and pulling her clothes away all at once. She lay before him, naked and needy in the lamplight.

  He looks almost hungry. I'm not sure I could stop him now if I wanted to....

  The moment of doubt which flashed through her mind vanished all at once as he let himself back down over her. He pressed his chest to hers, the feel of his chest against her breasts occupying her entire attention. A moment later even that feeling was overwhelmed by the feel of his hand on the inside of her thigh. He moved it slowly upward along the inside of her leg. Her legs opened instinctively, desperate for the feel of him against her aching, ready sex. Maddeningly, he passed it by, brushing across her dark curls and then down the other leg, his hand exploring.

  I can feel you holding back, Kyara wanted to say. You want this as much as I do. Just take me. Take me now.

  But the words wouldn't come. Her breath caught in her throat as his lips traced the edge of her neck, his upper body still pinning hers to the mattress. Her hips bucked, trying to come into contact with the taunting, tormenting fingers still working its way up and down her legs. He moved, keeping it just out of reach, then taking it away completely.

  No! Not fair, damn you.

  He withdrew, leaving Kyara breathless and aching as she looked up at him. It took Kyara moment to realize what he was doing in the dark, but she soon saw his arms move, quickly pulling down his own boxers. His cock sprang free of its confinement. It stood, hard and straight, perfectly outlined against the light coming in through the window.

  Unthinking, Kyara reached out and wrapped her hand around the throbbing length of him. Her fingers barely met on the other side, curving her fingers into a perfect circle. His breath caught, the tiny gasp the first sound he'd made since he began teasing her with his fingers. Kyara smiled, wetting her lips slightly, and began to slowly run her hand up and down his shaft.

  You're mine, now.

  He leaned forward, just catching himself with his arms above her. Kyara ran her free hand along him as he held himself there, each muscle hard and taut. She couldn't get enough of the feel of him. She needed him to lay on top of her, his entire body pressed against hers. She brought both hands to bear on his organ, stroking with one hand while gently rolling the delicate sack of skin below it with the other.

  He gave in, lowering his body on top of hers. He moved slowly enough for Kyara to withdraw her hands, leaving nothing between them. The silken length of his cock came to rest pressed firmly against her slit, his head rubbing against her clit. They shuddered together, his cock sliding easily against her soaking entrance.

  They moved as one, the head of him just teasing her entrance, centimeters away from slipping inside. The waiting was both delightful and maddening. He moved his arms back, hooking them under her legs, drawing them up and out, leaving her spread wide and ready. The brought her opening even closer to his tip. For one tantalizing moment, she felt it ready to slip inside her.

  Then he sat back on his knees, arms still holding her open, glistening rod still poised to dive inside her. Kyara let out a moan, half in pleasure, half in frustration. He moved one hand, deliberately rubbing against her clit for the first time. His fingers found it instantly, sending jolts of electric pleasure through her. Kyara let out a mewing gasp, rubbing herself against his fingers. Then she felt him, his cock pressing slowly against the slippery folds of her entrance. He kept his fingers working, letting the bucking motions of her hips draw him inside one tiny movement at a time.

  Kyara shifted, moving her legs to his shoulders, her skin dark against his light. The movement finally slid his head inside. As if that was the signal, he surged forward. He slid the entire, pulsing length of him inside her in one movement, leaving her achingly full, but not yet satisfied. For a moment they stayed like that, both savoring the feel of being joined like they'd wanted to be for months.

  He moved slowly, drawing out almost entirely before sliding back inside. He filled her completely, stretching her to just this side of pain. She wouldn't have had it any other way. But even now, he was holding back, his face a mask of concentration as her moved carefully, each movement calculated and exact.

  I want to see him lose himself.

  Kyara reached out one hand, leaving the other teasing her own nipple. He stopped when he felt her hand on his arm.

  "Let yourself go," Kyara whispered, not even sure if her voice reached him.

  With a groan, he shifted, grabbing her legs and pounding down inside her. Gone was the teasing, the careful movements a memory. Now he thrust into her as hard as he could, over and over again. It rocked her entire body, only his arms locked around her legs pulling her back into position for the net thrust. Kyara's head rolled back, her whole world lost in the feel of him inside her, pounding again and again.

  In time he let himself fall forward, his body covering hers completely. He shoved his arms beneath her, reached to grasp her shoulders from underneath and keep her in place, pulling her deep onto his cock even as he thrust. Kyara wrapped her arms around him, holding him in turn. She matched him thrust for thrust, perfectly joined in their passion.

  Each thrust brought Kyara closer, the climax inescapable under the assault of his body moving against hers. She resisted, not wanting to finish too soon, wanting him to come with her. Each rocking motion pressed his hips against her, pressing her clit between them and bringing that moment closer.

  With a cry, he pressed forward, burying himself deep inside her. She felt him pulse deep within her, his seed filling her depths. The feel of him, every muscle rigid as he found release, pushed her over the edge. She came with him. Each pulse of his cock extended it, sending her cascading over the top once again. Each tightening of her muscles pulled him deeper inside her, making him pulse again.

  Together, they called out their pleasure, caught in the spiral of each other’s bliss.

  Afterward they lay tangled together, both lost in the shuddering aftereffects of the moment. Kyara ran her hand along his chest, just watching the play of her dark skin against his light. His breathing was slow and even, but she knew he wasn't asleep. His hand traced patterns on her back, occasionally sending shivers through her when it brushed across her neck.

  Something would have to break the peace, but neither of them wanted to be the one to do it. In the end, it was the sun itself which intruded, peaking over the rolling hills to remind them of the world outside. With a sigh, Kyara removed herself from his embrace. She slid out of bed, going to close the curtains.

  A sound, half-moan half-growl, came from behind her. She turned to find Jason studying her. A glance in the mirror revealed what he saw. Her skin caught and held the rays of the ra
ys of morning light. It outlined her, drawing attention to the curve of her breasts, the dip between her legs. Even with her hair a mess, her lips full and bruised from the frantic kissing of the night before, it was hard not to see herself as he saw her when he looked at her like that. She had never felt more beautiful.

  He doesn't look so bad himself, reflected Kyara. Even relaxed, his muscles made clear lines along his body. Each curve flowed into the next, not bulky and harsh, but in smooth, silken lines. His smile, caring yet somehow tentative, made her ache for him all over again. She let what she was feeling shine out through her eyes, just as his feelings showed through his.

  She wasn't sure if it was his look or the cold of the room, but her tightening nipples called her out of the moment. She closed the blinds, then moved to the door, flipping on the overhead light.

  "We should get you back to your grandmother," she said, her voice steadier than she really felt.

  He sighed, but pulled the blankets to the side and began to hunt for his clothes. Kyara turned away before she could get caught up in watching him again, whisking through the door and into the bathroom.

  This is going to be complicated, whispered a tiny, traitorous part of her mind. But the voice was soon drowned out in the giddy hum of the morning after. Even given how busy they were going to be, both today and in all the days to follow, it wasn't hard to cast it aside and, just for a moment, be happy for herself.

  “So Jan's home and all settled in?” asked Kyara as they walked along the trail. The day was cold, but they were bundled up. The bite of the air was invigorating. Plus, her hand was intertwined with Jason's. After only a few days together, it felt good.

  It feels really good, Kyara admitted to herself. Not at all something I was looking for, but very, very good.

  “Yeah,” said Jason. “I'm going to move in with her for a bit. Turns out it's really hard to get someone released from the hospital if you can't prove that they'll be taken care of at home. Not that I mind, honestly. I'll feel better knowing I'm right there.”

  “And I am,” pointed out Kyara. “Well, right across the street, anyway.”

  He smiled at her, and the look filled her with a giddy warmth.

  “Thank you again for that,” he said. “I know I've thanked you a hundred times before, but it really meant a lot to me to have someone there.”

  “Of course,” she said quietly, just enjoying the attention.

  “And I do have to admit, I'm not totally distraught at the thought of being right across the street from a certain beautiful chef I know,” he said playfully.

  Kyara made a face at him.

  “Crystal's a little young for you, you know,” she teased.

  “True,” he paused to sigh dramatically, “but when you find something special, you just have to go for it. That's why I've had to bring you out into the woods. I'm afraid I'll have to kill you and hide the evidence so that she and I can be together in our forbidden love.”

  “I understand,” Kyara said with mock solemnity. “I wish you two the best of luck.” She leaned up to give him a peck on the cheek, but he swept her up, holding her to him as he explored her lips with his own. Even hugging through their heavy coats, Kyara felt a rush of warmth at his touch.

  When he finally put her down, she shook her head a little to clear it.

  “Why are we out here?” she asked. “When you said we should go on a real date, I sort of thought you meant the movies or something.”

  “What, this isn't beautiful enough for you?” he asked, gesturing at the scenery around them. Kyara paused to take it in. A light dusting of snow, untouched from the night before, coated everything in a thin white blanket. Weak sunlight filtered down, just enough to give the world a sparkle without being painfully bright. Just beyond them started the woods, dark and deep even in the afternoon light.

  “It is,” said Kyara faintly. “I suppose I was too caught up in other things to notice.”

  Jason's smile matched her own.

  “Well, city girl,” he said. “I thought we might continue getting used to the woods. Your new home has some amazing and beautiful places for people who are willing and able to find them.”

  “Places we can't drive to?” asked Kyara, putting on her heaviest accent and a false tone of horror.

  Jason snorted.

  “Those are for tourists. Like it or not, you're becoming one of us now. That means knowing the really good spots.”

  Kyara nodded, not entirely sure how she felt about being labeled “one of us.”

  “Alright then, oh Guru of the mountain ranges. If I’m going to be one of you, you’ve got to teach me what you know,” she told him.

  For the next hour they walked through the woods. Jason showed her different trees, and tracks.

  This isn't really my thing, Kyara found herself thinking, but he seems too happy out here. So peaceful. I could get very used to seeing him like this.

  In time their walk turned into more of a game of hide-and-seek, with Kyara using her new skills to move from tree to tree as quietly as she could while Jason tried to track her.

  “What if I lose you?” Kyara asked him. “I mean, sure, it's easy to follow in the snow, but under some of these trees it's practically bare.”

  Jason's smile was easy and confident.

  “Even the heaviest snows have trouble getting below these older trees,” Jason admitted. “The needles can give you away, but you have to be a much more experienced tracker to pick up on that. Fortunately, I am.”

  And so he was. Despite her best efforts, he always caught up to her, stealing kisses each time he did.

  Finally, Kyara found herself backed up against a steep incline down to the river, not yet frozen over. She was eying the bank, trying to decide if she could make it down without slipping.

  “Don't,” came Jason's voice, a hint of urgency coloring it. “If you get soaked all over, you’ll never keep warm enough. Stay dry, stay warm, stay alive.”

  Kyara looked down at the stream again, then backed up.

  “Good tip,” she said.

  “Besides,” followed up Jason, “I have a surprise for you.”

  “Oh?” Kyara asked. “I hope it doesn't involve going too much farther. I'm a little lost as it is.”

  Jason shook his head.

  “We're actually not that far from where we started. The trail does a big loop around from north to west, and the town is south of here, so as long as you go in one direction you're bound to hit one or the other. No, come on, there's just something I want to show you down the stream.”

  Together, they followed the river bed, the energizing air of the afternoon just starting to give way to real cold. Rounding a bend, Kyara saw where they were headed.

  The building looked old, its woods stained dark and strong, but it didn't look rickety. The stone and logs supporting it all looked thick and powerful. As they go closer, Kyara saw that it had been recently reinforced by newer, paler wood.

  “While we've been working on the trail, the crew from the other end has been coming down to fix this,” Jason explained. “It was an old mill. We're hoping to make it something of a waypoint and camping site along the trail. Speaking of which....”

  Jason moved to the heavy door of the entrance and pushed it aside. Inside the old building was dark, but he'd set up several candles and prepared a fire in the center of the flat stone floor.

  “The guys would kill me if they knew I was making a fire inside here, but I thought we might need to warm up this evening. Besides, what they don't know won't kill them.”

  Kyara stepped inside, enjoying the view as Jason got the fire going. She rubbed her hands together to work some heat back into them. Jason glanced at her, then pulled her closer to the barely glowing fire. He moved her hands to rub her chest instead of each other.

  “Keep your core warm, he instructed her firmly. “Your outside can freeze, but not your heart.”

  “For my next surprise” he announced as he pulled out a large s
teamer truck from a niche in the wall. Inside was a small sampling of food and a single sleeping bag. He waggled his eyebrows at her, then began to set up for dinner.

  Kyara laughed as Jason burned their fire-cooked dinner. Her giggles left her leaning on him as she tried to get her breath back.

  “OK, that settles it,” she managed between laughs. “Our next date is in my kitchen. You clearly have some things to learn, too.”

  “I am an expert at eating, not cooking,” he said with mock-dignity, studying the withered remains of what should have been a baked potato. Kyara burst into giggles all over again, falling over into his lap.

  A solid, persistent throbbing from inside his pants made Kyara feel a rush of a very different kind altogether.

  “Did you actually have fun and learn things?” he asked from above her.