She broke away from him, her breathing ragged. “Ransom … why …”
Why indeed. He didn’t know. He didn’t care. “I want your mouth,” he demanded. She wiggled, as if trying to get away from him, but his grip held her firmly in place. “So sweet. Give it to me. Just one more.”
She let out a cry before he captured her mouth again. Just one touch. One touch, and he would leave her alone.
Her sweet little body surged up against him and as his hips held her lower half in place, he moved his hand up her torso, slipping underneath her tight blouse to cup her breast. She moaned into his mouth as he brushed a nipple to hardness, then whimpered when he pressed up against her.
“Ransom, we can’t,” she said, pulling her mouth from his. When she turned her head, he went for her neck, his lips moving over the soft skin, his tongue licking where her pulse thrummed madly. “Not here. Do you … have a place where we can be alone?”
“It’s close by,” he murmured against her sweet-smelling skin, making blood rush out from his brain to his groin. He was angry with himself that he had let her slip away before, that she may have turned to other men in the past couple of months to take care of her needs. That was his fault. But tonight, she was his.
“We can take this exit.” She nodded at the other end of the hallway. “There’s a door that leads to the opposite street.”
He followed her out, the next few minutes going by in a blur. His blood pumped hot in his veins as he took her hand, dragging her along the streets to his hotel. Shame crept into his gut at the shabbiness of the place. Isabelle was probably used to more luxurious surroundings. She would probably change her mind, he thought bitterly as they entered the elevator. He led her to his room, opened the door and let her go inside first, waiting with baited breath for her to protest at the threadbare carpet, the worn furniture, the faded covers on the too-small bed. But when he looked at her, she didn’t say anything or wrinkle her nose at the surroundings. Instead, she took a step toward him and reached for the hem of his shirt. He helped her take it off, tossing the shirt to the side before grabbing her for another kiss.
She gasped against his lips when he hauled her up, carrying her over to the bed before depositing her on top. As she kicked her heels off, he undressed quickly, stripping his boots and pants off. Her pupils blew up with desire as she stared at his chest and torso, though she looked away and swallowed audibly by the time her gaze reached the waistband of his briefs. Kneeling on the bed, he crawled over her, covering her body with his as he bent his head to kiss her lips before moving lower, trailing his mouth along her neck. His fingers tugged impatiently at her top—though it was separate from her skirt, it was so tight he couldn’t pull it over her breasts. When he finally realized it was held together with tiny buttons along the front, he grabbed the fabric and tore it down the middle, freeing her breasts.
She let out a shocked squeak, and when she tried to pull the blouse back together, he pulled her hands away.
“No,” he said, his gaze soaking up the sight of her naked skin. “God, you’re so beautiful, Isabelle.” Her olive skin seemed to glow against the torn fabric of her top, her generous breasts heaved as she panted. Bending his head down, he took one nipple into his mouth, suckling on the already hard nub and teasing it with his tongue.
As she moaned and dug her fingers into his shoulders, he used one hand to caress her legs, moving higher to part her knees and slip his hand under her skirt. Gently, he pushed her thighs apart. As his mouth worked on her breasts, her body relaxed, and he moved his hand higher, caressing her over her silky panties. She whimpered when his fingers pushed the fabric aside to touch her bare, wet lips, her arousal mixing in with her natural scent. Slowly, he pushed a finger inside her, a groan escaping his mouth as he felt her tight, slick pussy grip his finger.
Lifting his head, he looked at her. Isabelle’s head was thrown back in pleasure, and he watched in awe as her face twisted, and her pretty mouth parted as he worked his finger inside her. Her hips lifted up off the mattress, her pussy drawing more of his finger inside her. Lust tore him up from the inside, and he wanted more. Wanted to taste her. So he moved lower, pushing her skirt up to her waist, yanked her flimsy panties off her, and buried his face between her legs.
“Ransom!” she squealed. “Oh God! You can’t …”
Fuck, she was delicious. He couldn’t get enough of her. He lapped at her sweet little pussy, tongue scooping up every bit of her cream. His fingers found her clit, and he rubbed the tight little bud until she was lifting her hips up. He pushed her back down and switched his finger with his mouth so he could slicken her while he slipped a digit into her tightness. She screamed as her thighs clamped around him, her body shaking as her orgasm hit her hard and fast.
He needed her. Needed to be inside her now. As her body
