The Billionaire Next Door (The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Collection) (16 page)

“I can’t believe it’s New Year’s Eve already.”

“Believe it, honey.  The year’s at an end.”

Solie sighed, snuggling against Ransom’s warm body as
they lay on the softly padded wicker sofa in his gazebo.  “I’m glad I’m
spending New Year’s Eve with you.”

His arms wrapped around her, Solie felt Ransom bend to
kiss the top of her head.  “Ditto.  There’s no better way for me to usher in
the New Year than to be with you.”

At his words she turned her face up to his, gladly
accepting his kiss.

She’d spent six days in Panama and, as much as she loved
her family, she could not leave fast enough.  When they said ‘Absence makes the
heart grow fonder’ they’d definitely been talking about her.  She’d been
counting the days – no, the hours and minutes – till she would see Ransom
again.

It was funny how she never realized she’d fallen for him
– like slip-on-the-ice, feet-flying-in-the-air, landing-on-your-back kind of
fall – until she was too far away to touch him, feel his arms around her, draw
in the woodsy scent of his cologne.  The smell of the woods and Ransom…heaven.

And now as she relaxed into him she was glad they’d
decided to forgo the festivities and simply wait out the time together, under
the stars, as they approached a brand new year.

And then as a the fireworks went off, lighting up the
sky above, Ransom gave Solie her first kiss for the brand new year, only thirty
seconds young. A light breeze wafted by and Solie shivered and snuggled even
closer.

Ransom’s lips grazed her and he whispered softly, “Let’s
go inside and warm up now.  How does hot chocolate sound?”

She could think of a lot better ways they could warm up
but she only smiled and nodded then, tucked into his side, she walked with him
back into the house.

As soon as he’d closed the door behind them Ransom
turned her round and backed her against the wall.  Taking her chin in his hand
he tilted her face up and began to kiss her – hungrily, almost ravenously – as
if he’d been starving for love.  When he drew back he left her panting.

“What about the hot chocolate?” she managed to gasp but
she knew that was a joke.  If the bulge in his pants was anything to go by, hot
chocolate was the last thing on Ransom’s mind just then.

And Solie was guilty of the same.  She’d asked the question
in jest because seriously, who needed hot chocolate when the passion between
them could set a whole forest ablaze?

“Hot chocolate be damned,” he whispered, his voice husky
with desire.  “All I need is you.”

It was those words that were Solie’s undoing.  She
wanted him so bad and he wanted her, too.  More than that, he needed her and
what could he have said that could be more flattering?

The torch of her desire lit and blazing, Solie was
holding nothing back tonight.  She slid her hand up and inside his shirt.  He
jumped and she laughed.  “Sorry.  I’ll have to blow on them to get them warm.” 
She started to withdraw but he captured her hand with his.

“No, don’t stop.  It will warm up soon enough.  Let me
feel your hand on my body.”  He closed his eyes and when she slid her hands
back inside his shirt he moaned.

Spurred on by his ardor, Solie decided to be bold. 
Sliding her hand across his chest she found his nipple, a taut pebble on a
solid wall of muscle.  She captured that pebble between index finger and thumb
and flicked it and rolled it until his moan deepened into a guttural groan.

She gave him a second’s reprieve, just long enough for
her to loosen the buttons on his shirt, and then she was on him again but this
time it was with her lips.  She kissed him right in the crease between his
pectoral muscles.  When he sucked in his breath she slid across the warmth of
his skin to cover his turgid nipple with her lips.  There she nibbled and sucked,
feeling his body stiffen at her teasing, hearing his breathing grow ragged and
his heartbeat pounding in her ear. 

Knowing the effect she was having on him Solie did not
let up.  As she slid her palms down his sides and to his hips she moved her
lips to the other nipple where she continued her tantalizing caress and soon
her nips at the taut bud morphed into lascivious licks and sexy kisses that had
him practically hyperventilating.

“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 breasts 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 breasts.

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 breasts fall
free.

To her delight he cupped those breasts in his big hands,
squashing them and bringing her nipples 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 breasts 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 hips 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 hips 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.

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 hips 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 hips 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.