My lips crashed into his hungrily. I was moving on instinct, driven by an intelligence I hadn’t learned from a textbook. My body was made for his. Our lips and tongues danced, making a promise and tasting each other like it was the first time they’d ever touched.
I was still floating on the comedown, wrapped in his arms with my whole world caught up in his lips when the sharp sound of clapping surrounded us.
I cried out in shock and tried to push back. Ranger didn’t let me scramble away. He wore the easy look of someone expecting this, kissing the tip of my nose before helping me to my feet.
I stumbled a little, still sore and drunk on our lovemaking, but Ranger’s strong arms were grounding as he held me steady until I stopped swaying. He tucked a lock of wild hair behind my ears.
“Shi
