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sweet, Ranger Martinez?”
    “I credit my mother, ma’am.”
    Tears came to her eyes. “She did a superb job.”
    “My father taught me other things. How to ride. Rope. Shoot.
Told me to find a good woman and hang on to her.”
    She dared to hope she was that one woman. For now. She
couldn’t bet on longer than that. She’d be foolish, presumptuous to hope for
more than that until this trial was over. But this interlude with Rex was too
dear, too stunning, too rare and new to let slip through her fingers
unappreciated. Unfulfilled. His care of her had soothed her. His fierce
take-charge attitude had strengthened her. His easygoing manner had lured her
to him as a companion—and now a lover. But the remembrance of the Gonzaga men
beating up those women in a bar and hauling them out to their car had Skye
trembling. Fear of the gang who vowed to kidnap her and kill her made her
burrow into Rex. “Don’t let the Gonzagas get me.”
    “No man,” he vowed. “No man will ever take you away. I
promise.”
    As if to show her how impossible that was, he crushed her
body to him as if he would absorb her. His kisses teased and probed,
intoxicating and fragile. Mindless, she drifted into a sensual haze thick with
Rex’s murmurs of how he cared for her and wouldn’t ever let her go. His hands
molded her, smoothed her. His lips savored and sucked. His tongue defined and
lingered over her nipples, now so sensitive with their love play that she cried
out, delighted. Drifting over her body, he briefly kissed her seam, sank a
finger inside her pussy and primed her, then rolled her over. Massaging her
shoulders, he turned her face and kissed her, hungry and demanding. Outlining
her rib cage, he caressed her waist and sank down to spread her cheeks and
stroke her pussy from behind.
    She mewled and melted. He slid an arm under her hips and
pulled her up to sink down to kiss her asshole. Playing with her flesh, he
rimmed the edge with a finger, then titillated her with his tongue. Tapping her
rosy hole, he toyed with the entrance and put his thumb inside. Arching, she gasped.
He gave a sound of male satisfaction. “No one there, ever, either.”
    “No,” she whispered as he flipped her over.
    “Just mine,” he murmured.
    Boneless, she lay on the bed watching him roll on the
condom. Done, he loomed over her. “You are the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.
The smartest.”
    The warm and fuzzy endearments made her nuts with need. “If
you don’t fuck me fast, Ranger, I’ll be the long-gonest woman you’ve ever
seen.”
    He put the head of his shaft at the entrance to her greedy,
eager pussy and said, “Tell me how you want to stay, Miz Chamberlain, ma’am.”
He drove all the way up inside her to make her gasp and clutch. “Tell me now.”
    But she was speechless. Her mouth open, her hands straining
to bring him closer, her legs straddling him as he rode her fast at first,
hard, sweetly and then relentlessly. He was sure and swift, taking all of her
for himself and straining to give all of himself in return. He drove so hard,
so long into her, she came once in a low, wide ripple and a second time in crashing
waves that had her pussy clenching him, draining him, making her scream and him
cry out as she milked him.
    And when they lay twined together, gasping and spent, she
ran her fingers through his hair and said, “Honey, you better tear up that
customer survey.”
    “No good?”
    “Irrelevant.”

Chapter Five
     
    “Why do you think Sanchez hasn’t called yet?” she asked Rex
for the third time that afternoon, her fingers drumming on her laptop as she
sat on the sofa. “He’s more than an hour late.”
    Jose Sanchez was the Ranger who worked this Gonzaga case
with Rex. For the past two months, Jose had been prompt and helpful, running
errands. Now, suddenly on the day they needed to have him buy something special
for them, he was missing in action. Frustrated, Skye jumped up from her chair,
plunked her tiny computer