Our kiss slides into forever. I heat and burn under his touch. The stubble on his hard jaw drags down my neck, paving the way for his hungry lips to take over. I’m a shuddering, trembling bundle of need as he rakes his mouth across my skin, laving my pressure points and nipping everywhere I’m sensitive while he works his way down to my nipples.
The second he sucks one between his lips, I forget time and place. Hell, I forget my name. All I can think of is the arousal he’s heaping on me and the suspicion I’ll never be the same once we leave this bed.
Ransom drags one point into his mouth, then the other, in deep, unhurried sucks I feel through my entire body, especially between my legs.
“Jesus, I’m never going to get enough of you,” he gasps out as he kisses his way down my body, laving the undersides of my breasts, tracing my ribs with his tongue, and circling my navel. Then he sinks to the floor beside the bed, yanks my hips to the edge, and parts the folds of my pussy with his thumbs, inhaling with a moan.
I’m so open to him. So vulnerable and exposed. I tremble. My hips roll in need.
“You’re pink and sweet.” He circles my engorged clit with a lip-bitingly patient finger. “Hmm…”
My breath hitches. Every touch pings through my body, down to my toes. The ache tightens.
I’m already so close.
“Ransom…” My voice sounds like a tortured, needy thing.
“Babygirl?”
“Put your mouth on me.”
“You mean lick your pussy until you come?”
I nod violently. “Pleeeease.”
Instantly, he shoves my legs wider and drags his tongue through my folds like he’s finally sampling the part of me he craves most and he’s not going to stop until I give up my resistance and surrender to pleasure.
At the feel of his hot breath and burning tongue, I cry out and buck up. He grabs my hips and holds me where he wants me, then lashes my most sensitive flesh again and again.
My cheeks go hot. My heart roars. My need gathers and climbs. I fist the comforter, trying to resist surrendering so fast, but Ransom isn’t having it. He toys with me, controlling my body until I’m clawing and begging.
It isn’t long before I am.
“Oh, my… Please,” I pant, raking my hands into his thick hair and trying desperately to tug at his scalp—anything to be nearer to him. “Yes! So close…”
Then he stops, instead kissing his way up to my belly until he rests his chin on my mound. His black eyes all but inhale me. “I know.”
Of course he does. He’s taunting me, giving me a smug smile while he flicks the pad of his thumb over my clit so slowly I can’t possibly come…but I can absolutely suffer.
“Ransom…”
“Begging won’t sway me, babygirl. You teased me.”
“I didn’t mean to,” I whine.
“Yes, you did. I told you to expect payback.” He pauses his insufferably unhurried caress to lick me again, long and with a moan, like I’m the sweetest candy he’s ever had on his tongue.
“But…” I bite back the rest of my protest. I have no defense.
“But what? I love you like this. Flushed cheeks, writhing hips. You spread yourself wide open for me, and I didn’t even have to ask. And that pussy is so, so wet, just waiting for me to fuck you.”
“I am. I want you. I’m ready. Now. Please.”
“What’s your rush?” he asks before he glides his tongue over my distended nubbin again, nudges it with his nose as he inhales my scent, then resumes with his thumb and a wrenchingly slow, slow stroke.
Without thought, I mewl, spreading myself open even wider, arching my stabbing nipples as I plead for more. “Ransom!”
“We have all night, babygirl.”
Not if he burns me alive first. I’m so agonizingly close to the kind of orgasm I’ve never felt. It’s epic, like something from a book, almost too fantastical to believe.
“And the first time you come for me, you’re going to do it on my cock.”
My pulse jumps. “Yes.”
“You’re going to do it more than once.”
The ache between my legs tightens. “Yes.”
“And I’m going to be looking into your eyes as you fall apart for me.”
At his words, I gush. “Yes!”
I want to watch pleasure ripple through him, too, and know I’m making him feel good. I want to look into his soul and see the love I feel reflected back at me.
I want to know unequivocally that I’m his—and he’s mine.
There’s a clock on the nightstand, and he glances at it, licks me one last time, then shimmies his way up my body, pausing to nip at my hip bone, then to tongue his way up my stomach, and finally to suck in the tingling, tender tips of my breasts again before he closes his mouth over mine, plunging deep.
Following the urgent slide of his tongue against mine, he finally comes up for air. And I’m stunned to realize he’s unzipped his pants, shoved them around his hips, and wedged himself between my thighs. The head of his cock presses against my opening. With one powerful thrust, he’ll be inside me.
“There’s an hour left of your birthday, Havana. Let’s see how many times I can make you scream for me.”
“Yes. Please. Now. I want that—so bad. But first, there’s something I should tell you… Um, I’m a virgin.”
Ransom
My jaw drops. My heart stops. She can’t be a… “Virgin?”
At her shy nod, I swallow back my shock.
Holy shit.
After all the things I vowed to do to her… “Babygirl, if I’d known—”
“I wouldn’t have wanted you to change a thing. You know what you need in a woman. I want to be everything to you.”
Jesus, as if I needed to fall deeper in love with her.
“You already are. How is it possible no man has ever… Especially my son? You two were together for weeks.” And I know Ethan. He’s impatient.
I love him, but he’s still at the stupid stage where if a girl isn’t putting out, he has no use for her. Eventually, he’ll learn better, but his hormones are making his decisions these days.
“I put him off. He felt sorry enough for me to let me stay in your guest room, but he quickly moved on.”
“What made you say no?” After all, she must have known Ethan’s reputation when they started dating.
“He wasn’t you.” She lifts her head and places a slow, soft kiss on my lips that melts me. “I took one look at you and fell in love.”
That makes two of us.
“Oh, babygirl…” We should talk more, but later. Now, I really need to connect with her in the most primal way. “I’m going to make you mine, Havana Smith. And there’s no coming back from that. You’ll stay mine.”
“Promise?”
“Forever. You on the pill?” I hate to be practical, but I have to know what I’m dealing with. I want to make sure she’s thinking of the possible consequences.
“No. I’ve never had a reason…”
And I don’t have any condoms. Goddamn it… “If we do this now, you could get pregnant. We can wait until we’ve got protection.”