Ranger Ben (A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance) - Page 12

Her face the picture of an angel’s, flushed red with heat and biting her lip in a question.

Her thick legs turned in onto each other as her whole body seems to shiver before she turns just enough so I can see the fine hair over her mound as if she’s asking me a silent question with her mind.

Is she good enough?

Good enough for me?

I stand staring for a moment.

Longer than a moment.

Dumbstruck.

There’s a stack of towels on the sink already, and I know in an instant she’s led me in to test the waters.

To try me.

To tease me.

“Ben?” she asks, uncertain as I try to turn away.

But we both know I can’t.

Neither of us can ignore this thing between us a second longer.

She moves to get out of the shower, but my hand is up.

No.

Not yet.

“You need to keep warm,” I bluff, pretending to look away but only catching her again in the mirror of the bathroom.

“Possible Hypo…thermia…” I stammer, almost groaning at the sight of her yearning, youthful body. The sweetness of her lips mouthing my name as she pouts, confused.

Upset.

Maybe thinking I don’t want her after all, but I do.

God knows I do.

And I will have her. I shouldn’t even think it, but since her graduation I know it’s true.

Stacey will be mine.

I open my mouth to tell her as much when I hear the faint crackle of the radio alarm.

The official radio with an alarm I have to answer as part of my job.

It’s like a sword cutting through the moment and if I could be anywhere else, if we could be anywhere else, I’d give my life in a moment to just reach out and draw her nakedness closer to me.

To tell her I love her.

As stupid as it sounds.

But I do love her.

I know it at this moment. It only sounds foolish when I think about other people. But with Stacey, I know what we both want.

What she needs.

What I can give her and what we can share together.

Forever.

The radio crackles again and I recognize the voice.

We both do. It’s her dad, Greg.

My best friend and her worried father. Reaching out to me somehow to try and find out if his baby girl is alright.

I know the phones are down and he might’ve even tried the satellite phone so far, but hearing the desperation in his voice I feel so torn.

“You’d better get that,” Stacey says, almost coldly. Shielding her body from me as she draws the glass door closed.

My heart sinks for a moment, but I feel resolved.

I’ve done my duty, to my friend and to Stacey. To my service.

The shifting of the whole roof above me reminds me of the fact we’re not going anywhere in a great hurry, but I have to entertain the painful thought that Stacey and me...?

Maybe I’m not the only one with ‘storm fever?’

She’s had a shock and is fragile right now. I remind myself as I make my way to the radio, flicking the alarm switch off and pressing the button on the mike to answer my best friend.

“Greg? I read you. How’d you get a hold of a radio?” I ask, surprised at the sound of my own voice.

I sound… guilty.

Greg chuckles and although there’s some static, I hear his reply well enough.

“After the phone went dead I headed to the local police station here in town, the sergeant here was kind enough to look up your station’s frequency and patch me through. Although I can only talk for a minute. Where’s Stacey, you found her,” he says, breaking up again.

I hesitate for a moment, nowhere near prepared in my mind with anything to tell Greg. How could he possibly know I’d found her?

“Yeah, Greg? I found her. You must be psychic or something?” I try to joke but only notice the strain in my own voice, the ‘tell’ in my tone I hope my oldest friend doesn’t pick up on.

Greg’s the one guy I could never lie to. The same goes for him. We know each other too well.

“The sheriff up your way told the sergeant here that he had a run-in with a trucker. Said he saw you bundling a girl into your pick without her clothes on?” he asks in disbelief, almost sounding angry.

I jump when I feel Stacey’s hand on my arm. She’s fresh from her shower and obviously wants to say hi to her dad.

“She’s right here,” I stammer, guiding Stacey’s small hand to the button and pressing it down with my own, silently instructing her how to use the ancient radio.

“Oh, honey!” Greg exclaims excitedly. “I was so worried, and thank god you’re okay. Thank god Ben found you…”

I try to look down, to look away, but my eyes gravitate towards her thick chest, practically spilling out of the oversized robe of mine she has on.

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