StrongArmsoftheLaw (2 page)

Chapter Two

“Why wait?”

His turn now to be struck dumb. The only useful answer he
found was the obvious one. “I’m sworn to protect you.”

She rolled those big purple eyes at him. “Is that a ‘no’?”

His gut clenched. Did he detect disappointment in her tone?
He pressed her so close, he could feel her huge, hard nipples poking holes in
his chest. In his patience, too. He’d thought about her breasts, measured them
with his eyes, weighed them in his imagination for more than two long, tortuous
months. “That’s an ‘I can’t’.”

She swallowed, her eyes getting misty. “You’re awfully
noble.”

You’re awfully beautiful.
“You’re a pain in the ass.”

“I thought I gave you a pain in the balls.”

“That too.” He snorted, then stepped back. “Much as I want
to, we won’t do this.”

She crossed her arms, pushing up the wealth of her breasts
and pointing those big rosy nipples at him. “I won’t tell anyone.”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and chuckled.
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll know.”

She winced. “You must have a girlfriend at home.”

“No. I told you that before. No one.”

“Then some woman long ago tore a big hole in your heart.”

“Not true.”

“Rex,” she said with the barest of sounds, her eyes defining
his body, “a man like you? You cannot tell me you have no woman who keeps your
bed warm.”

“No one I see regularly.”
No one I crave.

“Has any woman ever made you need her?”

Not like you do.
He raised his chin toward her
bedroom. “Go put some clothes on and come back out here. Time for coffee and
breakfast.”

“And then what?” She tapped her foot at him.

“What we always do.”

She harrumphed. “You read and whittle. While I write.”

“It works.”

“Does it?” She strode toward him, her hands splaying on his
chest, stroking him beneath the chambray of his shirt, skimming his nipples and
driving him nuts.

He retreated. “Yeah, it—”

“You could let me on the internet.” She followed him.

“No.”

“Not to do email. Just let me surf.”

“No.”

“Let me ride into town with you.”

“No.”

“Buy two big juicy steaks and a bottle of cabernet.”

“No drinking.”

“No fun.”

“No foolin’!”

She smirked. “You
could
be fun.” She reached up and
brushed her mouth on his.

At this point, backed against the wall, what else was he
supposed to do but put his hands in that river of champagne hair and bring her
close? “I am fun. A regular guy. When I am not tormented by a
chica
with
bad intentions.”

“I’m not bad, Rex,” she whispered, brushing her lips over
his. “But I want to be. With you.”

He breathed like a bull through his nose. “No.” He pushed
her away from him and walked out the door. On the bottom step of the porch, a
tiny breeze did nothing to cool him off. He hooked his thumbs in his belt and
squeezed shut his eyes.

Images of her danced in his mind. The first time he’d seen
her in Austin in the Ranger headquarters. On the run from a Gonzaga who had
held a knife to her eyes. Scared, pale, no makeup on that perfect oval face.
Looking exactly like her name. Like the sky at dawn. The hair that was so
white, the eyes so deep purple, the skin utterly flawless. She looked like an
Anglo doll his sister had wanted one year for Christmas. But he soon saw that
Skye Chamberlain was no doll. Without a prissy bone in her body, the spirited
crime novelist was educated, sharp-witted and funny. She was a pushy broad,
too. Testing his boundaries from the first moment they had arrived here in this
safe house.

She had wanted to make cell phone calls.

No.

Go for walks.

No.

Swims.

No!

She begged him for movies.

Yes.

Fish.

Sure.

Chocolate.

Okay.

Newspapers and books.

All right.

He’d found a way to get them for her, when he could make
arrangements to have another Ranger acquire the goods and meet him a few miles
down the back road. Rex wanted to take no chances with her life. She was his
responsibility.

She was his job.

She was his delight. His torment.

She came to stand behind him now and wrapped her arms around
his shoulders. He could tell by the feel of her supple flesh she had not
followed his orders. She was still naked. “I get it, Rex. I get it.” She kissed
his earlobe. “You don’t want me to think you do this for every woman you
babysit.”

“I don’t.” God help him, but she felt as warm and welcome as
summer Texas sun. “Bad ethics.”

“I hear you. What if I told you, I’m as good as you are? I
haven’t been with any man for more than two years.”

“That could mean a lot of things, Chamberlain.”

“
Skye
.” She ran the tip of her nose along his nape.
“My name is Skye, Rex. And what my failure to have a man means is that I didn’t
see anyone I was interested in. Not that I’m a prude. Or celibate. But you and
I have been walking around each other for two months, honey. The trial is soon
but I can’t wait until afterward. I’m anxious and irritable and needy. Why
should we wait any longer? If I don’t have you, I think I will come without
you. Just to look at you makes me—”

He turned in her arms then. Her mouth was level with his and
it was easy to kiss her. A swift delve between her pleading lips.

She tore her mouth from his. “I’m very wet, Rex. And very
swollen and if you don’t make love with me soon, I’ll have to go in my bedroom
and use my fingers. Stroke my pussy. Touch my clit. Make my cream flow. You
wouldn’t want to listen to me do that, would you? Or would you want to watch?”

He growled, the very idea of her fingering herself throwing
him over the edge. “You asked for this.” Hoisting her up over his shoulder like
a sack of corn, he marched back inside the little house they’d holed up in by
order of a Texas judge.

Damn, if she wasn’t laughing. “Nice view here, Ranger.”

He slapped her on one taut cheek. “Keep it down there,
Chamberlain.”

“Hmm,” she was humming as they passed the living room and
headed for his bedroom. “Honey, as long as
you’re
up, we’re in good
shape.”

He laid her down on his bed. Good thing it was a queen size
because he was determined to use every inch of it to pleasure her. And himself.

Yanking off his boots, he let them drop to the floor while
he got a great picture of her lying there. Those luscious breasts ripe as
August peaches, her pussy a pale cloud of hair. He climbed over her, his legs
straddling her curvy hips.

She smiled up at him like she’d just won the Texas Lottery.
“Let’s take all these clothes off you.” Her hands got busy on his shirt buttons
while he worked at his belt buckle. “Rex,” she sighed his name when she got
most of his shirt undone. “Rex,” she crooned as she spread the shirt wide and
put her mouth on one of his nipples. “God, honey, you are so cut.”

He snorted, her tongue teasing him so well his cock strained
against his jeans. “Darlin’, if you don’t help me get my clothes off, you’re in
for a rude awakening.”

“Why’s that?” Giggling, she pushed the fabric from one
shoulder and lazily kissed her way to his other nipple.

He sucked in a breath. “I’m so hard, I’m numb, and if you
don’t let me inside this body of yours asap, my cock’ll fall off.”

She burst out laughing but rolled him to his back, her eyes
dancing. “Let me unveil the goods then.”

He flung his hands out, surrendering. “Get to it.”

She went to work then on his belt, his zipper, to reach
inside his skivvies and take his shaft in her palm. Eyes closing, she paused,
mewled and massaged him. “Huge and hot.”

“In a damn big hurry, too.” He skimmed his open hand down
her torso to cup her mound. “Put your mouth on me or let me eat you up.”

Her big purple eyes got wider as she drew his cock out to
play. “Thought about eating me, did you?”

“Devouring you.” He found her slit and sent one long finger
up inside her wet folds. He cursed at how succulent she sounded.

She dropped her chin to her chest. “I’ve wanted you since
that first day in the office.”

“Yeah?” He got her to spread her thighs so that he could
stroke her pussy lips more easily. “You didn’t look it. You gave me a lot of
guff.”

She arched up as his fingers claimed more of her. “I didn’t
want you to think I was easy.”

“Oh, darlin’,” he laughed as he found her clit and pinched
it for her, “you looked scared and flustered, but never have you looked easy.”

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her head fell so far back,
her breasts jutted out. “I don’t fall into bed with just anyone.”

“No, baby. I got that up front.” He rose up and took one of
those big pointed nipples in his mouth. Christ, all of her tasted like liquid
satin. “You fuck only me.”

“Yes!” She drove the fingers of one hand into the hair at
his nape and put her mouth to his. “Only you.”

He took her under him then, and like a blind man, he spread
her out with a reverent touch, her arms wide, her legs open, her long platinum
hair like a halo around her head. “Don’t want to gobble you up, darlin’, but
you are a tempting piece. I love your hair.” He touched it briefly. “Love your
eyes.” He blessed them with his mouth. “Your ears are cute.” He nipped one
lobe, then pulled on the other. “Like your cheeks.” He brushed his own against
hers. “The soap you use? Hell, you can make me come just inhaling the aroma.”
He chuckled and she wiggled beneath him. “Love your fine chin. Character there,
don’t you know. And your throat. Long. Elegant. You deserve diamond necklaces.”

“Don’t want anything but you.” She undulated, her eyes half
closed and blissful looking as she touched the hollow of her throat. “Kiss me
there.”

And he did. “Like your cleavage, too.” His fingers defined
the valley between her big breasts. He sat up, straddling her and tapped her
nipples. “How big are they, baby?”

“Forty C.”

“That big? God, I’m a lucky man. Pretty things. Don’t want
you to wear any more bras while we’re here. Okay by you?”

“I won’t.” She tried to squeeze her thighs together. “I
promise,” she said as innocently as if she were eighteen and having her first
lover. “As long as you lick them for me whenever I need you to.”

He bent, blowing gently on one nipple then the other. “Just
lick you?”

“Bite me. Suck me.”

He grinned at her eager face, thumbing both her areolas.
“You just tell me when they need tending, okay, darlin’? I’ll gladly put a
smile on your face.”

“Like now?” she asked breathless.

“Oh, yeah,” he growled and caught one big rosy bud between
his teeth and tugged. “Like now.”

She moaned, her hips rising off the bed.

“Like this,” he said as he graced her other lovely peak with
the favor of his teeth and his tongue.

She caught his head and held him to her chest. “More,
please, more.”

He cupped one of her lush breasts and sank his mouth over
her smooth flesh. Inside the cavern of his mouth, he tongued her and sucked
her. He’d never had such a mouthful of luscious woman.

Her hands drifted down his ribs to his hips and his ass. She
squeezed him and urged him nearer. “Have me. Do me.”

“Got to see you, first.”

“No,” she pleaded. “Need you now.”

“You wanted me to eat you before. Why the rush?”

“Can’t wait.”

“Sure you can. Let me show you what you’d miss.” He pushed
away from her, his lips taking an intimate tour of the hollows and swells of
her belly, her pubic bone and her mound. The pale fluffy pussy hair that
proclaimed she was no bleached blonde was a neatly trimmed bush over her plump
little pussy. He threaded his fingers through the wealth of it and tugged to
reveal her pink slit. She smelled like a combo of that citrusy soap she used
and her own thick, sexy musk. Her cream was what he needed to taste. He’d
dreamed of eating her out. Licking her until she keened. Sucking on her juicy
pussy until she came in his mouth just from the touch of his tongue. “Now I’ve
got you, baby. Enjoy. God knows, I am.”

He dipped low, settled himself between her thighs and
trailed a fingertip down her seam. With two thumbs, he rolled her open and
pushed up her lips to expose her clit. The glistening nub was huge, coated with
her milky lube. He bent to lave her, a delicate touch to her sweet button. She
yelled, but he came back for more. Much more. She was hard to the touch, hot to
the taste and sweet to his heart. How could he have ever wanted any other
woman? They paled beside the natural abandon of this one who plucked at his
shoulders while he sucked on her and licked her dry only to see how she creamed
again in need of him.