Then, as she gazed up at him Ransom made his move, slowly sliding up her body, planting kisses along the way. Inch by inch he moved up the length of her legs until he came to a halt, his lips hovering just over her mound.
Solie clamped her eyes shut and held her breath. Oh God, please don’t let him do that. I’m not ready-
Her body jerked, knocking that last thought out of her mind. Ransom’s lips were on her and he was massaging her so expertly, sliding his tongue over her sensitive bud, sending jolts of electricity shooting up her body.
Even as her body shuddered he gave her one last lick and then he was moving again, feathering kisses up every tingling inch of her till he was capturing her lips in a kiss so urgent, so ravenous, that all she could do was cling to him and moan.
When he released her lips she reached up to pull him back down but he shook his head.
“I want more,” he whispered then bent his head to nuzzle her neck. “Are you ready?”
She’d never been more ready in her life. As he kissed the sensitive skin behind her ear, sending delightful shivers up her body, she slid her hands down to boldly caress the smooth skin of his taut bare butt.
When his h*ps jerked in response, pressing the length of his hardness against her leg, she sighed. “I’m ready,” she whispered back.
As soon as she said the words Ransom smiled – she could feel his lips curve against her neck – then he slid a hand beneath the pillows and she heard the crackle of what could only be a condom packet in his hand.
When he rolled away Solie closed her eyes, waiting while he sheathed himself.
Within seconds he was back, gathering her in his arms, holding her close. When he lowered his face to hers she was ready for his kiss.
As his tongue slipped past her lips Solie moaned and opened to receive him. When he lowered his h*ps between her legs she relaxed under him and when the tip of his manhood grazed her center, now moist and ready for his entry, she slid her hands back to his bottom, pulling him into her, urging him on.
Taking the cue, Ransom positioned himself and as he deepened the kiss he entered her in one clean thrust, burying himself in her warm, moist core.
“Mmmh.” Solie moaned into his mouth, her body stiffening at his entry but Ransom stayed still, not moving, giving her the time she needed to adjust to the feel of him inside.
When he broke the kiss it was to lower his head to nibble on her ear. “Move with me, baby,” he whispered as his hand slid down her body to cup her bottom. “You feel so damn good.”
Emboldened by his praise Solie raised her legs to wrap them around his lean h*ps and then she was moving under him and as she moved he thrust into her, slowly, smoothly then faster until her breath came in quick gasps to the rhythm of his moves.
“Yes, honey, just like that,” Ransom said in a throaty whisper.
“Ooh, yes. Please don’t stop.” She was begging again, pleading, but it felt so good. As he thrust deeper and deeper into her, Solie’s fingers moved up to tickle his spine then as the passion soared inside she raked her nails up his back, drawing a guttural groan from his lips.
Like she’d pulled his trigger his body spasmed, jerking like he’d lost control, driving him deep inside her. “Aah, God. Solie…”
In perfect tandem with him, Solie felt the first fiery sparks and then the fireworks shot through her body, making her wrap her arms around Ransom, clutching him close as her body splintered into a million pulsating pieces.
It took several seconds before their bodies stopped quivering and then, gently, Ransom withdrew and lay on the pillows beside her. He gazed at her, his breath still shallow, his hair falling wildly over his forehead, looking so sexy that Solie fingers itched to pull his face down so she could capture his lips once again.
Before she could give in to her desire he reached out and brushed the damp tendrils from her face. “Happy New Year, honey,” he said softly. “What a way to start a brand new year.” Then he gathered her in his arms, stroking her back as she laid her cheek against his chest.
Contented, Solie drew in a deep breath, inhaling the seductive scents of sex and man. And then, remembering when he'd said she'd never need the word but finding the perfect reason to call him so, she raised her lips to his ear. “And Happy new Year to you,” she whispered, “my sweet, sexy baby.”
When Ransom chuckled and kissed the top of her head Solie snuggled into him again and as she did she whispered a prayer that the coming year would bring her even closer to this man she loved so much.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“No, the black one.”
“Are you sure?” Solie held up both dresses, the black one in her right hand and the red one in her left. “I want to look really hot tonight.”
“Trust me, in that slinky little thing, you will.” Kyra dragged the black dress from Solie’s hand. “Come on. Let’s go pay for this.”
Solie groaned as she stood there watching Kyra head for the cashier. “I don’t know,” she said, her brows knitted in a frown. “I really like this one. The color red suits me.”
With a hiss of exasperation Kyra turned and marched back to Solie and ripped the second dress from her hand. “There’s an easy fix for that, Solie. Just take both of them, why don’t you? Jeez.” And Kyra would not have been Kyra if she didn’t roll her eyes for emphasis.
Ten minutes later, the dresses paid for and their arms filled with shopping bags, Kyra and Solie headed for the parking garage where they filled Kyra’s Kia Sportage with all the elements of their shopping spree. They got in and Kyra started the engine. “I’ll take you straight home,” she said. “No more stops, I promise. You need the time to get yourself all dolled up.” Then she tilted her head, her eyes full of curiosity. “So where’re you going this time?”
“Ransom’s taking me to Barton G. in Miami Beach. Have you ever been?”
Kyra chuckled. “Me? Lord, no. You’ve got to have bucks to eat at a place like that.” Then she frowned. “Speaking of which, this guy’s been taking you to some really fancy places. I thought you said he’s in construction. How is he able to afford all this?”
“I…I guess he saves his money.” Solie sounded lame and felt even lamer. Why hadn’t she thought of that?