Chapter 18

Stella

This kiss is everything a kiss should be. Passionate, sweet, tingle-inducing. The sweep of his tongue against mine is enough to make me wet. He owns me without words. The pressure of his lips against mine, the feel of his body spreading my thighs, his fingers denting my flesh. Ransom Thompson owns me, and when he breaks the kiss, I'm panting, fisting his hair in between my fingers, grinding against him as I rest my back against the wall.

"Damn, Stelle." The deep timbre of his voice washes over me like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving the bubbles in the sand behind as it rolls back out. Goosebumps appear all over my skin, causing my nipples to peak, and a shiver to run completely through my body as I listen to that kiss-drunk voice of his. "I've wanted that kiss all day."

"Me too, handsome, me too."

His hands travel further around my thighs, holding on tightly as he turns us from the wall. "As badly as I want you right now, I really need a damn shower. I've been