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removed his hand from the back of her neck. He kept it there in a casual manner, and his warm palm clasped her skin and pooled heat in her loins.
    His other hand slid beneath her dress and pulled her legs apart. Her heart jolted. She tried to close her legs, but he pulled them apart again, placing a firm hand on her sensitive inner thigh and letting his hand climb even higher. Sophie gasped into his mouth as excitement pulsed like a drum in her core.
    His lips left hers to nip the corner of her mouth, pluck her full bottom lip between his teeth, and move across her jaw down the side of her neck. Sophie’s eyes fluttered half-closed and she arched her back, uncaring of their location and uncaring that the table in front of them barely covered their actions. She was solely focused on the movement of his hand and moist mouth.
    Ransom brought his lips to her ear. “Since the flight I’ve imagined you naked, and all night I’ve wanted to take you out of this dress and spread your legs.” He squeezed her bare thigh, and he flicked his tongue against the corner of her mouth, seducing her with words and touch. “Would you like to spread your legs for me?”
    A flicker of doubt threatened to derail the seduction. Struggling to breathe, Sophie let her gaze meet his. “I have a boyfriend.”
    He didn’t flinch. “That’s his problem, not mine.”
    He kissed her again while his hand moved higher to trace the edge of her panties at the crease of her hips. A charge of hot lust speared her sex, and Sophie whimpered, trembling at the light caress.
    “I would only be using you.” Her voice came out ragged and hoarse.
    “Maybe I’m using you.”
    Her entire body tingled with anticipation. She’d been moving toward this very moment from the minute she approached Ransom at the roulette table.
    Revenge sex. The perfect way to pay back Keith for what he’d done, and reward herself in the process.
    “In that case, let’s use each other.”

Chapter Five
    They burst into Ransom’s room, mouths and hands clinging to each other as they fumbled to remove their constricting clothes. Sophie had a vague sense of the grandeur of his suite as they stumbled over the floor of the parlor into the adjoining bedroom. Punches of orange and yellow whizzed by the corners of her eyes in the dimly lit room, but she couldn’t be bothered to pay close attention, too busy moaning with pleasure as Ransom sucked the base of her neck, brushing his nose along the curve of her throat while squeezing her aching breasts in his big hands.
    He edged her toward the bed with his hips, the delicious, insistent pressure of his erection prodding her stomach. He looped an arm around her back and tugged down the zipper of her dress, licking her collarbone as he did in one wickedly erotic sweep that made her get up on her toes for more. The dress fell around her ankles when he tugged it down her arms, and she stood before him in heels, a taupe bra with lace trim, and the matching thong, basking in the heat of his appreciative gaze.
    Nostrils flaring, he took a moment to sweep his eyes over her breasts to her hips. He looked like he wanted to devour her, and she wanted to be devoured.
    “Incredible,” he muttered.
    With a flick of a finger, Ransom released the front clasp of her bra and her breasts tumbled from confinement, the aching, pointed tips tightening in the air. He cupped the soft mounds and squeezed them together, pressing his mouth against the top curve and rubbing his thumbs along the taut nipples. His soft hair brushed her chin and collarbone, and the beginning of stubble grated her sensitive skin.
    Sophie held her breath, barely able to endure the swell of need he unleashed, trembling on the cusp of a new and wild experience. Relentless fire beat through her veins, forcing her to tear at his shirt, exposing his hard chest even as he fastened his lips over hers again.
    She forced him into a deeper kiss, leaning into his mouth. His heavenly, moist mouth.