”I really do hope that you find your mate soon, Mel,” she whispered as he walked away. He seemed so sad. She wasn’t sure why he wanted a mate so badly. Most of the other retired Rangers didn’t want to settle down yet. “He’ll be fine, love,” Vince said as he ushered her into their room. As soon as the door shut behind her, Vincent gathered her in his arms, backed her up against the wall and palmed the back of her head. “Gods, you’re beautiful,” he said just before he lowered his head and pressed his lips gently against hers. Closing her eyes, she expected a hard kiss—one that told her how much he wanted her. Instead, he tenderly coaxed her mouth open and snaked his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. Shivers ran down her spine. Her womb clenched and her panties—what there was of them—grew damp with need. A moan escaped her lips, followed by a long sigh as his mouth left hers to trail across her jaw to the spot just below her ear.
