Wedding Night With the Ranger by Lauri Robinson

incredible sensations he evoked, and simply relished being bathed from head to toe by her precious husband. Had she known how extremely wonderful being married was, she would have asked Colt to marry her three years ago. He’d have said yes, of course, since he’d loved her as long as she’d loved him.
    The knowledge made her giggle with happiness.
    “Ticklish?” he asked, softly pinching her sides.
    Annalee squirmed, laughing harder. “Are you?” She reached down and playfully squeezed his kneecap.
    Water splashed as he jerked his leg from her grasp. “You are,” she exclaimed, grabbing at him again. The tickling match grew and their laughter echoed off the walls until they were both soaked from head to toe and the room looked as if a thunderstorm had blown over.
    Swiftly, laughing a baritone song of joyfulness, Colt scooped her out of the tub. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing water droplets from his shoulder and chest. Dripping water across the wood floor, he carried her back to the bed, where his playfulness became tender and sweet.
    Annalee had never felt so cherished, so loved.
    Colt toweled her dry, kissing each spot after wiping away the water. He took his time, working his way up and down her body, leaving waves of pleasure at every point. Eyes closed, savoring every touch, her body jolted and her lids flew open. His mouth on her breasts had been like a spring rain compared to the storm of emotions that ignited when he kissed the junction between her legs. His tongue, licking at her most private spot catapulted her into an unknown world.
    Each touch was new and exciting, and she wondered if she’d die from the pleasure of it all.
    Breathless and quivering from tip to top, she wanted the sensations to last forever, yet, at the same time, craved for him to enter her as he had earlier. When her body screamed to be led to the top of the world again, she grasped his shoulders. “Colt, please, can we—will you…” Her words faded as he lifted his mouth, her body screaming for his touch to return.
    His finger entered her then and his lips worked their way up her torso, around her breasts. “Yes,” he assured, “we can, and we will. Just not yet.”
    Withering, bucking her hips in rhythm with his hand, Annalee wondered if she’d soon burst from the inside out. “Colt,” she begged.
    “Mmm, not yet, my love. Just go with it, go with what you’re feeling,” he whispered against her skin.
    She was going with the feeling. Couldn’t imagine there was more. As his kisses and fondling continued, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his hard, velvety smooth, shaft.
    The way he sucked in a breath of air made her smile, happy her touch was as stimulating to him as his was to her. Brazen, she admitted, “I like touching you.”
    He groaned and squeezed her nipple between his lips. She giggled at the delight and began to move her hand up and down his member.
    It could have been his body that trembled, or it might have been hers. Either way, she continued stroking, caressing. He arched his back, as if luxuriating in her actions.
    “Annalee,” he moaned.
    “Hmm?”
    His eyes, sultry with passion yet dancing with delight, spoke volumes. Her body convulsed at the sight, sparks bursting in her inner being.
    “You’re driving me crazy,” he gasped.
    Tightening the muscles in her crotch, she held the fire blazing there, and rose so she could view his staff. “Do you like it when I touch you?” she asked, knowing the answer but feeling bold and adventurous.
    “Oh, God, yes,” he groaned.
    His admission filled her with joy. One of his hands went to her shoulder as if to push her back onto the mattress. She shook her head and twisted, knocking him flat onto the mattress. “Then perhaps you’ll like this as much as I do.” Leaning down, she ran tender kisses across his stomach, and then took the round tip of him in her mouth.
    He moaned a deep, hot sound that encouraged her to suckle the