“God, I can’t take much more of this.” Ransom was trembling under Solie’s caress.
She knew she was pushing him. She knew he was close to the edge. He was holding back, clinging to the last remnants of his self-control. But she had a remedy for that…
Releasing his nipple she lowered her head as she hooked her thumbs into the top of his low-riding jeans. There was no hesitation, no fear as she applied pressure, forcing the garment even lower on his hips.
“Oh, shit.” The words escaped Ransom’s lips in a heated whisper. “Solie, you’d better stop now or else-”
“I won’t stop.” She cut him off mid-sentence before he could spoil the moment and make her think twice. “I want you too bad to stop now.”
It was like that was the signal Ransom had been waiting for all his life. With a growl he bent and lifted Solie in his arms then turned to walked purposefully down the hall.
She had no doubt where he was headed. Sliding her hands up she clasped them at his nape then raised her lips to nuzzle his neck, sending shivers up his body. She could feel them rippling under his skin. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was leaving him in no doubt that she wanted this. From here on there would be no turning back.
Ransom nudged the door of his bedroom open then strode across the room to lay Solie gently on the bed. When he raised up to look at her the soft glow from the swan-shaped nightlight in the corner made the smoothness of his skin gleam golden in the subdued light. The shirt that she’d unbuttoned hung loose from his shoulders, a perfect frame for his muscled chest and washboard abs.
Solie licked her lips, dying to reach for him but not wanting to seem too eager. She would wait for him to make the next move. She didn’t have to wait long.
Ransom raised his arms and, muscles rippling, he shook the shirt off his broad shoulders and let it fall to floor, leaving his upper body bare. In one smooth move he slid his loafers off his feet and was bending over her, his lips finding hers as he kissed her with such raw passion that she could do nothing but cling to his bare shoulders.
When he released her Ransom slid his hands under the frilly bottom of her blouse to caress the heated skin of her belly. Those hands, so warm and strong, slid slowly over her skin, making her suck in her breath as they made their way up to the sensitive curve of her bust. When he moved them even higher to cover her throbbing lace-covered br**sts she let out a shuddering moan.
“Please, Ransom,” she whispered, “touch me. Right there.” They’d only just started and already she was begging but she didn’t care.
He was quick to oblige. Lifting her blouse higher he pulled it over her head, leaving her upper body exposed to his burning gaze. As she lay back against the pillows his nostrils flared as he drew in a deep breath then licked his lips, his eyes never leaving the soft hillocks of her br**sts.
Ransom dipped his head again and this time it was to capture her lace-covered tip with his lips. There he nipped and nibbled then sucked her now distended bud deep into his mouth, making her arch her back and moan.
“Mmm.” Now it was his turn to moan as he massaged her with his mouth, his pleasure obvious in every stroke of his tongue, every shuddering breath that he drew, in the lustful look in his eyes.
When he released her right nipple and turned his attention to its twin, administering the same sweet seduction to her aching bud, Solie reached for him, sliding her fingers into the thickness of his hair, holding him captive against her chest.
It wasn’t enough. She wanted nothing between them, no lace, no clothes. God help her but she wanted to feel her skin against his, her flesh against his flesh.
She let her hands fall away and arched her back again but this time it was to release the clasp at her back and let her br**sts fall free.
To her delight he cupped those br**sts in his big hands, squashing them and bringing her ni**les close together then, covering both buds with his lips, he sucked them into his mouth, sending tremors running up and down her spine.
“Ooh, yes,” she sighed, giving herself over to the double torture. “Oh, God, yes,” she crooned as her body melted in a puddle of ecstasy.
But Ransom didn’t stop there. Releasing her br**sts he heightened his assault, sliding his lips down and over her belly, feathering butterfly kisses at her waist and then her hip as his fingers tackled the button on her jeans.
Solie raised her hips, eager to rid herself of anything that separated her body from his. A second later she was free, wearing nothing but matching black lace panties and a tremulous smile on her lips.
It was weird but as Ransom gazed at her body, his dark eyes so intense, all of a sudden she felt terribly shy.
He’d hooked his fingers in her waistband and was slowly sliding the scrap of garment off her h*ps but when she covered his hands with hers he stopped.
“I…could you turn out the light?” She held her breath, waiting for him to laugh at her, but it never came.
Instead, he gave her a gentle smile. “Honey, you have a beautiful body,” he whispered, his lips mere inches away from her private place. “I want to see you. Let me worship your body. Please.”
Solie bit her lip. How could she say no? How could she refuse the man who had slipped in the back door and stolen her heart when she wasn’t looking? She could feel the heat rise in her cheeks but she clenched her fists by her sides and drew in a deep breath. Then she nodded.
Ransom smiled again then turned his attention back to his task. He drew her panties over her h*ps and down the length of her leg then slipped her feet out and tossed it onto the floor. He was climbing back up her body when she shook her head.
“Should I stop?” His eyes skimmed her face.
“Your turn,” she said, her voice husky. “I want to see you, too.”
“My pleasure,” he said and in one swift move his jeans and boxer shorts were gone.
Ransom straightened and stood before Solie, his body glowing softly in the light, his face half hidden in the shadows.
Thankfully, his lower half was hidden, too. Contrary creature that she was, as much as she wanted to see him she was actually relieved that she hadn’t seen it all. Not yet. For now she would revel in the beauty of his broad shoulders, his muscled chest and rippling abs, knowing that he would soon be hers.