The Badge and the Bad Boy (Redemption Ranch, #1)

by Lena Hendrix

Evan lifted, refusing to let his body make contact with mine. “Careful. You don’t know what you’re asking.” “I know exactly what I want. Do you?” Our breath mingled in the air, and I wanted his warmth seeping back into me. “A man like me always wants what he can’t have. But you, baby girl, are the most dangerous thing on this ranch.”

“Playing games, baby girl?” Evan’s voice was pure velvet over gravel. A breathy groan was all that I could muster. “If you don’t stop making noises like that, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

“During the day, it’s business as usual. Chores. Sunday supper. Just friends.” “I can do that,” I assured with a nod and the tiniest movement of my hips. “Nights are mine.” Evan paused as his eyes drank me in. His wide palm delicately wrapped around the column of my throat. My pulse hammered beneath it. “You,” he whispered as his head bent forward to nip my ear, “are mine.”

On a cry, Val’s pussy clenched, and I moved lower, drawing out every pulse and spasm. My kisses turned light again as she came down. She was limp on the bed, and pride tugged a smile as her thighs still quaked. Her arm was flung over her eyes, and as she relaxed, she peeked at me from under her arm. “You are a dangerous man.” “Yes, ma’am.”

“Pull that cock out.” I lifted an eyebrow at her command. “You heard me.” Val pulled herself to her elbows and smirked. “Last time you insisted I tell you what I want. I want to feel your cock in the back of my throat.”

Eventually Val drifted off to sleep. I gently kissed the curve of her bare shoulder. “I know you should leave, but if you go now, you’d be taking my heart with you.”

I’d started off with what Gemma called a spicy romance but quickly found myself eyeballs deep in everything from blue aliens to minotaurs to rodeo cowboys with an attitude. There was truly something for everyone, and I was, Here. For. It.

“Give me that pussy, baby.” Val hovered above me, desire darkening her gorgeous features as she watched me through the curtain of her dark hair. I could smell the sweet scent of her arousal, and I needed to taste her. I looped my arms around her thighs and pressed her lower. “I don’t want to suffocate you.” “You won’t.” I tilted my head upward to lick a slow path across her pussy. “Oh shit.” She lowered, only fractionally. “I don’t want you to die.” I scraped the scruff of my beard against the delicate skin of her inner thighs, and they quivered. “Baby girl, if I die with your pussy on my face, it would be an honor.”

“You’re sure about this?” I stepped back, nodding. “I’m sure. It’s time to go home.” “You know, home isn’t always where you come from.” Fresh emotion burned in my lungs at his words, and I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth to keep from crying all over his black angora sweater.