“You like that, baby?” he asked, abandoning her kiss-swollen lips in order to concentrate on her sexy scented neck.
“Uhm, hmm.” Sofia’s eyes fluttered open and she was finally able to see that the same couple they had shared an elevator ride with yesterday was now gawking at them. In normal circumstances she would have been embarrassed, but right now all she could do was giggle.
Ram lifted his head. “Oh. So this is funny to you now?”
She shook her head and then pointed over her shoulder.
He turned and then offered the couple a smile and a wink. “Morning,” he said, lowering his hand from beneath Sofia’s dress. A bell dinged and the door slid open to offer their escape route. “Have a good day.” He took Sofia’s hand and together they raced out of the elevator.
Sofia clamped her other hand over her mouth and started laughing so hard her sides hurt. It didn’t help that she was hobbling with one shoe on and one shoe off. “Did you see their faces?”
“Forget about them.” He waved it off and slid his card key into the lock and then surprised her by sweeping her back into his arms.
“I believe that this is tradition,” he said, and then picked her up to carry her over the threshold.
“Weeee!” She waved her hands high over her head as Ram then proceeded to spin her around. Suddenly everything was funny so they just looked at each other and cracked up. Soon enough their laughter faded and their smiling eyes shifted into desire.
“Well, Mrs. Jordan, what would you like to do now?”
Those wonderful tingles returned. “I don’t know. I was sort of hoping that we can do what most newlyweds do on their wedding nights.”
He stretched one eyebrow high up on his face. “See. That’s the reason we’re so perfect for each other. We think alike.” He kissed her again. “My bedroom or yours?”
“You choose.” She started pulling on his shirt, popping off one button at a time.
“Let’s start off in your bedroom. Maybe we’ll go to mine on round two.”
“And for round three?”
“Damn. We might have to stop for a bowl of Wheaties and a vitamin B shot.”
“You do what you have to do, baby.” She drew his lips in for another kiss while he walked her toward her bedroom. Unfortunately, since he was distracted by her hungry kisses, he whacked her head against the wall as he moved down the hallway.
“Oww.”
“Oh. I’m so sorry.” He chuckled. “Are you okay?”
Laughing herself, she rubbed the top of her head only to have him do it again when he made a turn into her bedroom and she hit the door frame.
Thump!
“Ouch. Are you trying to kill me?” she laughed.
“When you’re with me, I want you to see stars, baby,” he joked, and then finally set her down.
“One way or another.” She laughed. Like before, their laughter slowly faded and the chemistry that had always existed between them started to crackle. Suddenly she felt small standing in front of him. But not vulnerable. The idea of being devoured by a man of his size and strength actually triggered an anxiousness that had her entire body vibrating. One part of her wanted to say don’t hurt me while the other wanted to shout, take me however you want me.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
With a smile, Sofia did.
Gently, he swept her long hair over her left shoulder in order to expose the back of her neck. Lightly, he planted small kisses along her shoulders while he slowly unzipped her dress. When he peeled the thin straps from her shoulders, her breathing thinned and she became lightheaded once again.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this night?” He moved toward her collarbone. “How long I’ve dreamed about making love to you?”
She shook her head though the question intrigued her.
“A gazillion years,” he said, spinning her around as her dress fell to the floor. Before she could respond, he crushed their lips together. In his head it was as if the heavens had opened their golden gates. He made quick work of unhooking her strapless bra. When it fell to the floor and her full breasts stood at attention before his greedy eyes, he knew without a doubt that he could die a happy man tonight.
“You’re so beautiful.” He cupped her breasts with his large hands and then smiled when he felt her tremble. “So beautiful,” he repeated, rubbing the pads of his fingers against her nipples. In no time at all they were as hard as marbles and she was panting like she was in the middle of a marathon.
“Do you mind if I taste you?”
“Please,” she begged.
Ram’s head dipped low and then he sucked one hard nipple into his mouth, lightly scraping the sensitive flesh against his teeth. She hissed and then quivered, letting him know that he had set off a mini-orgasm. He did it again and received the same results. Her trembling hands cupped his head, her fingers raked through his close-cropped hair. He eased her down onto the bed, their hands and mouths exploring one another.
Sofia no longer cared that she could hardly breathe. She just knew that she needed Ram inside her as fast as possible. However, he wasn’t on that same game plan. His slow and deliberate moves made it clear that he was in no hurry. He wanted to taste and savor her for as long as possible. Her heart raced like a thoroughbred in the Kentucky Derby. It all seemed like so much but not enough at the same time.
While Ram feasted on her breasts, she lowered her hands from his head and glided them down his neck and then across the wide span of his back. But that was as far as she could go since he started to inch down her body, his mouth planting wet kisses directly down her center. The pleasure was so intense that tears started to leak from the corners of her eyes.
Ram discovered her G-spots were her right nipple, her belly button, and the tiny area on the back of her left knee. To him she looked like a lost angel, quivering and thrashing among the bed’s pillows. He took one leg and slipped off her lone metallic shoe before peppering kisses around her ankle and then working his way upward. Her moans grew louder when he reached her thighs. By the time his lips brushed against the crotch of her panties, she was calling on God. But what he longed to hear was his name falling from her lips.
His hand roamed to her slender hips and then peeled her delicate panties off. With the morning sun now peeking through the windows, he liked the way the golden rays highlighted the V of brown curls between her legs. It was like her own private halo.
“So beautiful,” he whispered again while parting her legs. Her glistening pink bud peeked through her brown lips. Ram sucked in a breath as he reached down and spread her open for a better look.
With a groan, he dropped his head and lapped his tongue gently against her feminine pearl. Instantly her knees rose up while she sank deeper into the bed.
“Oh, Ram,” she sighed.
His heart took flight at the sound of his name falling from her lips. Ram’s light laps became a quick and steady drumming. The sweetest honey he’d ever tasted dripped and then poured out of her body until it completely coated his tongue. And still it was not enough.
He settled further down the bed until his abs laid flat against the mattress and her legs were hooked over his shoulders. He looked like he was just settling in for a good meal.
However, Sofia’s long legs wouldn’t stay still. They kept fluttering on the side of his head like a big butterfly. Then an unmistakable pressure started to build in her lower belly and her manicured toes started to curl. Her eyes sprang wide open as if suddenly realizing that it was all too much. No way could she handle what was coming.
“Ram. Ram, baby.” She started inching up the bed.
He knew what was happening, but he showed no remorse. Grabbing hold of her hips, he locked her in place and then transformed his drumming tongue into a whirling tornado.
“Ohh, ohh, yes.” Sofia reached out and grabbed hold of the sheets as if somehow they would anchor her down.
“Oh, yes! Oh, yes!”
It went from
a tornado to a hurricane in two seconds. The cry that ripped from her throat was undoubtedly heard in the suites surrounding them, but neither one of them cared. After the explosion, Sofia’s body continued to tremble with aftershocks.
Ram sapped up the rest of her honey and unlocked her legs that had clamped around his head and then climbed his way back up her body.
“Oh God. I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she panted.
The compliment inflated his ego. “I’ve just gotten started,” he promised.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. When he frowned, she added, “I want to do something for you first.” She shoved at his shoulder and rolled him over onto his back. Smiling and giggling, she took the top position.
Ram stared up into her beautiful face and still had a hard time believing that any of this was real. Twentyfours hours ago, he’d just barely gotten her to agree to a truce and now she was his wife and in a few minutes she would completely belong to him.
“You’re not the only one who knows a few tricks,” she told him.
“Is that right?” He couldn’t help but grin.
“Uh-huh.” She leaned down and started raining small kisses across his chest. “Oh God. You smell incredible,” she moaned.
“I’m glad that you approve.” He chuckled.
Sofia’s mouth roamed lower. “Mmm-hmm. You taste good, too.”
Slowly, she sank lower.
Ram started evening out his breathing in anticipation of his new wife’s next move. But then the kisses grew lighter and softer and then he couldn’t feel them at all. He waited a moment and then opened his eyes. “Sofia?”
Silence.
He pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked down. Sofia’s head laid across his stomach, her arms relaxed against his side and her breathing slow and steady. Is she asleep?
“Sofia?” He reached down and shook her.
“Mmm,” Sofia moaned and poked her lips like she was giving him an air kiss. In the next second, she snored. Loudly.
Ram dropped his head back down against the pillows and started laughing. “I guess my little Energizer Bunny has finally conked out.”
Covering his face with his hands, Ramell went ahead and had a good laugh. When that was over, he carefully sat back up and awkwardly maneuvered himself up from under his wife. After that, he climbed out of bed and picked her up so he could tuck her in. But before he could join her, he took a very cold shower in her bathroom. It was a sad substitute. When he got out and wrapped a towel around his body, he could already tell that he was cruising toward one hell of a hangover. But damn he had fun.
Just as he was about to exit the bathroom, his gaze drifted over to a medicine bottle. He picked it up and recognized the name of the blood pressure medicine because his father used the same brand name. Did Sofia take this before drinking last night? He glanced back out into the bedroom, wondering.
Chapter 10
Riiiinnng! Riiinnng!
Sofia groaned and tried to bury her head deep beneath the pillows. Somehow that only caused the ringing to grow louder. It didn’t help that her head felt like it had been crushed beneath an avalanche of rocks. She groaned louder and shot her hand out to the nightstand and consequently knocked a whole lot of things onto the floor. A cacophony of noise caused her to flinch and smack her hands onto the pillows in another lame attempt to drown out all sound. But that didn’t stop the ringing.
Riiiinnng! Riiinnng!
This was it. She was going to die. That had to be what was happening to her. Something shifted next to her. She didn’t even care what it was as long as it could stop that damn ringing before her ears started to bleed. Something started to climb over her. It was large and heavy and managed to press her deeper into the bed. Great. Now she had the choice of either the noise killing her or being crushed to death. Whichever it was she prayed that it would be quick.
“Hello?”
Sofia frowned at the growling baritone. It was foreign and familiar at the same time. But it didn’t concern her enough to try and lift her head from beneath the pillow.
“What do you mean who is this?” the baritone asked. “Who are you?”
Couldn’t this floating voice keep it down? Couldn’t he see that she was too busy trying to die peacefully over here?
“Oh hey, Rachel.”
Rachel? Didn’t she know a Rachel?
“You must be looking for your sister,” he groaned. “Hold on.”
The weight was lifted off of Sofia and she pulled a little more oxygen into her lungs. Before she could seize the opportunity to drift back off to sleep, something started shaking her. Were they in the middle of an earthquake?
“Telephone,” the baritone said.
Sofia groaned, wanting to tell the floating voice to keep quiet. Surely any minute the ceiling was about to cave in on them. That would be an interesting way to go. Finally the shaking stopped.
“Sofia, it’s your sister,” the voice persisted.
Sister? She tried to think for a second and then slowly she was able to recall something about her having a sister.
“Sofia.” The bed started shaking again.
She was seconds away from just starting to cry. “Will you please stop yelling?”
There was a rumbling chuckle. “I’m sorry, baby. But your sister is on the phone.”
Baby? Sofia attempted to lift her head, but it plopped back down when it felt as if it weighed a ton. Suddenly, the pillows were magically lifted and the cold phone was pressed to her ear.
“Talk,” the voice instructed.
“Hello,” she croaked and then cringed at the sound of her own voice. Was she speaking through a mega-phone?
“Sofia! What’s this about you getting married?” Rachel shouted. “It’s all over the trade papers here. Every one has been calling me all day. Charlene called and told me that she and Akil attended the wedding. What happened? What’s going on?”
Rachel hurled questions at her so fast that Sofia questioned whether or not her sister was even speaking English. “I don’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m talking about you getting married! I can’t believe it. You beat me and Ethan down the aisle.”
Did she just say that Ethan was beating her? Sofia attempted to sit up again. This time succeeding in that she was able to prop her back against the bed’s paneled headboard, but there was still no way for her to pry her eyes open. “I’m sorry. Now what did you say Ethan did?”
“What? Ethan didn’t do anything. I said that you and Ramell beat me and Ethan down the aisle. I can’t believe it! I always suspected that he had a thing for you, but I never dreamed that you two would elope in Vegas.”
Sofia’s head was pounding so hard that her little sister’s sentences weren’t making any sense. But her heart quickened at the thought of Ramell eloping. Her Ramell? Well, he wasn’t technically hers but… “Slow down, Rachel. You’re not making any sense. Who did Ram marry?”
Silence.
“Rachel?”
“Are you joking?” her sister asked.
“Joking? You’re the one that called me. I’m trying to understand what the hell you’re talking about. Oh, God. Someone shoot me, my head is about to split open.”
There was another beat of silence before Rachel tried again. “Sofia, are you all right?”
Silence.
“Sofia?”
“Um.” Sofia rubbed her head and tried to recall the previous night, but instead she started drifting back off to sleep.
“Sofia!”
“Aah!” She jerked the phone away from her ear and dropped it. “Stop all that yelling,” she groaned and then tried to rub the pain away. Next she grabbed the comforter and slid back down into the bed. When she tried to pull the bedding over her head, she got hit in the face with the phone. “Oww.” She placed the phone up to her ear. “Hello?”
“Sofia, what the heck is going on?”
“What do you mean what is going
on? What are you doing calling this early in the morning anyway?”
“Early? What are you talking about? It’s five in the afternoon. I’ve been calling you all day.”
“Five? It can’t be that late. I have to be back in L.A. at…” she yawned, “Some time.”
“Sofia, focus!” Rachel snapped. “We are talking about you and Ramell getting married.”
“Ramell is getting married?” Her heart quickened. “Whoa.”
“What?”
“I think I just experienced déjà vu. It seems like we just had this conversation.”
“We did just have this conversation,” Rachel said. “Ramell did get married.”
“To who?”
“To you!”
“Me!” Sofia laughed, slapping a hand over her forehead. “Don’t be silly! Where would you get that ridiculous idea?”
“But…wasn’t that him who just answered the phone?” Rachel asked.
“No…that was….” Sofia drew a blank. “That was…” The floating baritone resurfaced in her mind. Who was that? Her head swiveled to the left, over to the huge lump that was buried beneath the covers.
“Sofia?” Rachel inquired.
Sofia didn’t answer, mainly because her heart had now found a new home in the center of her throat. With her head still pounding and her hand sweating, she reached out and grabbed the top of the comforter and slowly started to pull it off from whatever or whoever was lying beside her. When the bedding inched away and revealed Ram’s peaceful sleeping face, she screamed, dropped the phone and scooted sideways so fast that she toppled out of bed and hit the floor with a thud.
Ram jumped up like a toasted Pop Tart. “What? What’s going on? What’s happening?” His head swiveled around while his hands went into instant defense mode like he was about to karate chop the first thing he saw.
“What are you doing in my bed?” Sofia barked.
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