Blackstone Ranger Guardian - Alicia Montgomery Page 0,47

slipped her hands under his leather jacket, over his rock-hard abs and circled around his waist. Laying her head on his chest, she sighed. “Please.”

The pleased rumble made her shiver. “All right.” He pressed her tight against him, then kissed her forehead. “Truck’s this way.”

Krieger hadn’t been kidding. It was a long drive up, which made her wonder to herself, how did my fox make it all the way here? She must have been really distracted to let her animal wander this far.

The vixen yapped at her, even as it was seemingly backed into a corner, ears flattened.

I said, shut it!

It whined and lowered its head.

Good. Her vixen was going to have to deal with being around Krieger, because this was happening.

Oh God, this was happening.

But then again, this was inevitable, wasn’t it?

The truck slowed down as it rounded a corner, then drove off the path. They rumbled along, making several turns along the dirt road until a light appeared in the distance. As they got nearer, she recognized the cabin—his cabin, she corrected. Wiping the sweat from her palms on her jeans, she cleared her throat. “We’re here.”

He pulled up to the front of the cabin and cut the engine. “Yeah. Wait,” he said when she reached for door handle. “The outside’s slippery and not paved. Let me help you.” He slipped out and rounded to her side, then opened the door. “Careful.”

She smiled at him as he took her hand, then yelped in surprise as his other arm slipped around her waist to hoist her to his chest. “John, I can walk,” she said with a half-protest, half-giggle.

“I know.” He walked them over to the porch and set her down. “I just wanted to do it.”

Heat spread up from her core at how their bodies touched. “Can we go inside now?”

Without delay, he opened the cabin then motioned for her to go in. “After you.”

As she stepped inside, she took a deep breath. It smelled exactly as it did from her memories. Pine needles. Smoky wood. And Krieger. However, she did notice a few subtle changes. The dining table had two chairs now. There was also a well-worn leather chair in the corner next to a well-stocked bookshelf. She smiled to herself, wondering what kind of books he’d been reading.

“I—” Air rushed out of her lungs as he swooped her up and then deposited her on the bed in one motion. Ah, there was another change she noticed. “New mattress?” She bounced up and down to test it.

“Yeah,” he said. “You said the old one was lumpy.”

Had she? She didn’t quite remember vocalizing it.

He slipped off his leather jacket and place it over the headboard. When he reached for the bottom of his shirt, he stopped. “Are you … is this …”

“Yes.” She reached for the hem and inched it up, revealing his rock-hard abs and the mat of dark hair trailing down tantalizingly. His skin was hot where she touched him, her fingers moving up as she lifted the shirt higher. His pecs jumped when she pressed down on them, and the thumping of his heart against her palms brought a shiver of anticipation up her spine.

He yanked his shirt completely off and tossed it aside, then knelt on the bed next to her and fused their mouths together. Their lips barely left each other, not even when he slipped his shoes and socks off and pushed her to the center of the bed.

“Krieger …” God, why was she nervous? It wasn’t their first time. She knew his body well, and he knew hers. Yet, there was fluttering in her stomach she couldn’t explain.

But there was no more time to be anxious as he grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled if off her, careful as he eased her left arm from the sleeve.

Oh, if only she knew how she would end up tonight, she would have dressed in something sexier than her white cotton bra and panties. However, from the desire etched on his face, it was obvious he didn’t mind at all. He lowered his head, brushed her hair aside, and nuzzled at her neck.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, licking and sucking at her skin. A sizzle of desire went straight to her clit, making it throb as her arousal intensified. His nostrils flared as he probably scented her wetness, and it only seemed to fuel his desire.

His hands were suddenly everywhere—cupping her breasts, unbuttoning her jeans and shucking them off, caressing her hip, digging his