Ranger's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 2)

“If the ballerina wants me to wear a ring, I’ll wear it,” he growled behind my ear, kissing my skin roughly. I shivered.

“Yes, I want you to wear a ring.” I bit my lower lips as he pushed the shirt off my shoulder.

“Deal.” His hands skidded under my shirt, pushing my bra over my head with it.

He grinned widely. “You know what I’m going to do now?”

I licked my lips. I could only hope. “What?”

“Fuck you with nothing but that diamond on.”

I sighed as he picked me up from the floor and carried me to the bed. I watched silently as he peeled my pants over my legs, doing exactly what he promised. Was this happening? Was I engaged to a man who I had given my body to so freely, my heart tumbling quickly after?

Sam threw his shirt on the floor and I eyed him hungrily as he stepped out of his jeans. This man was going to be my husband. The father of my children. My life.

We would decide everything together. Our lives would forever be entwined.

I looked into his wickedly handsome eyes as he crawled on top of me.

“We’re getting married,” I whispered.

“We are.” He lowered his tongue to my breast and flicked the tip over my nipple. I arched toward him. “You’re going to be my wife.”

“Ohh,” I moaned. I’d never realized what a sexy word wife was in English.

He sucked it into his mouth and I felt the deep coiling in my belly start to tighten. My hips began to move.

He kissed me, as he settled between my legs. I was soaking with want and need. With a thirst I’d never had for him before. I wanted my fiancé to melt into my skin. Get lost with me in our desire. Climb and crawl against each other until we couldn’t breathe anymore. I wanted the friction of his skin, and the smell of his sweat to cover me. I wanted all of his cock inside of me, making me his, owning me in a new way.

With Sam, my body was free and beautiful. We fed each other’s need for raw and primal energy. We matched each other’s steps. Pushed each other’s stamina. Took what we wanted, and gave each other everything.

He hovered over me as I dug my heels against the firmness of his ass. He was torturing me with his cock, gliding it back and forth against my clit. I whimpered for his release.

“You know I want you, Sam.” I panted.

“And I’ve never wanted you this much,” he groaned.

I tempted him with a gentle rocking motion, trying to draw him inside.

He kissed me. “Does it drive you crazy if I do this?” He barely pushed into me.

“Oh, God, oui.” I tried even harder this time, but he was stronger than I was.

“Or this.” He eased at my entrance then jerked away.

“I can’t.” My head rolled to the side. “I want you too much.”

The ache inside was deep and hollow, tearing at me from all angles. I was blinded with a delirious and frantic craving. I could only hear the desperate beat of my heart. Feel the desire consume me from within. Time and space had left me and my body yearned for fullness. I wanted the satisfaction of Sam pushing inside me. I wanted the heat and the dirty words that would spring from our mouths. I needed him to move me and push me. Show me what my body could do for him. How I could make him whole again.

“Tell me,” he demanded. His eyes flared with cockiness as he bit his lip. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you. Tell me to fuck you the rest of your life. Tell me to fuck you slow and deep.”

My nipples har

dened and tingled. My clit pulsed and my core quivered into a pool of lava. He had me where he wanted me. He had me wanting him. Needing him.

He let the head of his cock slide through my slick folds once again until I was raging with animal thirst for him.

I locked on his eyes. “All of it, Sam. Please. All of it. With this ring, fuck me with only this ring on, because I’m yours and only yours. And don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”