Page 37 of Ranger’s Protection

But it does.

I work her with my fingers, finding the rhythm that makes her gasp and clutch at my shoulders. She's tight and swollen from last night, but she takes two fingers easily, her body welcoming them despite the soreness.

"Graham," she pants. "I'm close already. How are you so good at this?"

"Because I pay attention. Learn what you like. What makes you fall apart." I curl my fingers, “Like this. You love when I do this."

"Yes! Oh god, yes!"

She comes with a small cry, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her whole body trembling. I work her through it gently, then withdraw slowly and bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her.

"Fuck, you taste good."

She's staring at me with wide eyes, her chest heaving. "That was... you just..."

"What?"

"Tasted me. From your fingers. That's so hot I can't even process it."

I grin and lean down to kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into my mouth, her hands sliding into my hair. When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard and I'm so hard it's almost painful.

"Your turn," she says, reaching for my cock.

"You don't have to—"

"I want to. Show me how to touch you. Please."

Fuck.

I guide her hand to my cock, showing her the pressure I like, the rhythm. She learns fast, her grip gentle at first but growing more confident as I start to react.

"Like this?" she asks.

"Yeah. Just like that. Fuck, Delilah…"

She watches my face as she strokes me, left eyebrow arched. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"Thinking about how good your hand feels. How much better your pussy felt. How I want to be inside you again already." I thrust into her grip, chasing the pleasure. "Thinking about keeping you. Making this real. Not letting you go when this is over."

Her hand stills. "You want to keep me?"

"Yeah. I know it's crazy. I know we just met. But I want to try this, see where it goes. See if what we feel right now is real or just adrenaline." I cover her hand with mine, guiding her back into motion. "What do you think about that?"

"I think I want the same thing," she whispers. "I think I might be falling for you, Graham Nash. And I know that's insane and we barely know each other, but I can't help it."

Her words push me over the edge. I come with a groan, spilling over her hand and my stomach, my whole body shuddering.

She watches the whole time, her eyes wide with wonder.

"That was beautiful," she says.

"You're beautiful." I pull her against my chest, ignoring the mess between us. "And I think I understand now."

"Understand what?"

"What my brothers meant. Phoenix and Judge and all the rest. How they knew so fast. How they fell so hard for their women despite terrible timing and impossible circumstances." I press a kiss to the top of her head. "I used to think they were just impulsive. That they let emotions override logic. But it's not that at all, is it?"

"What is it?"