More than a Maid (6 page)

Marcy stood outside Ramon's bedroom, tugging unconsciously at the hem of her shorts. Were they too revealing? She opted for a tank top instead of a nightgown because it seemed the more modest option. No reason to put herself out there if he was only teasing her.

Crap. Would he really tease her this way? Cara warned her well in advance that Ramon was an ass. Maybe the signals Marcy thought she received from him weren't really signals, at all.

A small part of her felt guilty about this. Slutty, even. Perhaps she should play hard to get, but she simply didn't want to. The thought of a clandestine sexual escapade with the handsome rancher made her weak in the knees. It was just so damn wrong to want him. He was brash and rude and not her type, at all. Hell, he wore boots and raised cattle for a living.

But he was quite possibly the hottest guy she had ever laid eyes upon.

And it was no wonder he was single. What kind of woman would put up with being compared to a cow?

Marcy chuckled, silently. His crudeness amused her in a way she couldn't explain. He seemed like such a neanderthal, saying whatever he wanted. Doing whatever he wanted.

Hopefully he wasn't playing games with her.

She straightened her tank top and knocked on the door, which was slightly ajar. "Hello?"

Holding her breath, she waited for a response until he finally said, "
Come in
."

Marcy gulped, then inhaled deeply and blew it out as quietly. She gave the door a light push and it gently creaked open as she stepped inside.

Ramon sat on the bed, hunched forward. His brown eyes instantly swept up and down her body then locked on hers in an intense stare.

Her mouth fell open slightly but she remained still.

Ramon held her gaze for a moment, then softly said, "Close the door."

Her eyes still on his, she backed against the door until she heard it close.

The corners of Ramon's lips crinkled with a hint of a smile, his eyes twinkling as they floated down her body then back up. He whispered, "Come here."

Marcy trembled slightly under the weight of his gaze. She felt as though she was on display, transfixed by him. Unable to leave even if she wanted. Her legs shuffled numbly beneath her until she stood in front of him, then said, "Here I am."

Ramon peered up at her, a brief grin flashing across his lips. Then his face got serious. "You know why I asked you here tonight?"

She shook her head, hoping she knew the answer but still afraid she was wrong. "No."

Narrowing his eyes, he said, "Remember last night when you said you'd take your clothes off for me if I wasn't so tired?"

Marcy's chest went weak. "Is that what I said?"

His eyes widened with an air of innocence. "Yes, that's what you said."

Marcy swore she detected a hint of mischief in his tone. So, she snapped out of her trance. Either he was messing with her, or he wanted her to make the first move—and there was no way in hell she was doing that. She cocked her head to the side. "Do you really want me to take my clothes off?"

Ramon shrugged. "You offered, didn't you?"

"Yeah." She smirked. "Right after you called me a cow."

Ramon huffed out a grunt and stared off at the wall. "Are we
still
talkin' about that?"

"Hey, you're the one who brought up last night's conversation."

Mouth gaping, Ramon's eyes darted to hers, pleading. "But we've been through
so
much since then. You cut my hair. Almost took a shower with me. Kept touchin' my leg at dinner…"

Sensing his mock sincerity, Marcy rolled her eyes. "Yeah. It's been quite a whirlwind courtship, huh?"

Ramon chuckled for a good while. Then he calmed down and gave her those wide, innocent eyes again as he reached forward to take her hand.

Marcy's skin fluttered all over from the feel of his warmth. His thumb instantly moved to her wrist, surprising her with a gentle massage.

The sweet look on his face accompanied by the unexpected pleasure from his rough fingers made her feel like she could melt into a puddle at his feet.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his hands. She felt them envelop her arm as they slowly glided up to her elbow and back down.

With her eyes still shut, she heard him stand up in front of her. A subtle, masculine fragrance filled her nostrils. He let go of her arm and she felt his palm cup her cheek. His other hand went to the small of her back.

Ramon breathed in her ear before whispering, "You're all I've been able to think about since last night."

"I am?" Marcy asked in a breath, biting her lip and nearly losing her balance.

He moaned, nuzzling her cheek. Then he whispered, "You didn't think you could go around flauntin' all this in front of me without me doin' somethin' about it, did you?"

Marcy smiled, memorizing his words. Loving the way his accent changed to a heavier drawl when he whispered in her ear.

Ramon's hand in the small of her back slid further down, his fingertips lightly grazing her butt through her thin cotton shorts. His other hand moved from her cheek to her hair as the volume of his breathing increased.

She let out a quiet moan. Her body needed more, and he probably knew it. Her intuition told her he was trying to get her worked up enough to make her beg.

And if not for her rebellious nature, she probably would have.

Instead, Marcy simply put her arms around his waist.

Ramon drew closer, gently kissing her cheek, tightening his embrace.

Pressing his erection against her stomach.

Marcy almost laughed out of sheer relief. She convinced herself earlier that his lack of arousal meant he was lying. But there was no mistaking his attraction now.

She slid her hands under his T-shirt, her fingers digging against his back. Pulling him closer, she let her stomach slowly rub against his hard member, determined to beat him at this game.

Ramon chuckled, then nibbled her earlobe, giving it a soft bite before he let it go. Both of his hands were now cupping her ass. In a deep whisper, he said, "You gonna take those clothes off for me now?"

"I think you should take yours off first."

He answered in a quiet, firm voice as he nuzzled her temple. "No. I'm the boss around here. You'll do as I say."

Then his mouth went to her neck, his tongue flicking against her skin as he kissed her there. She tossed her head back with a loud gasp, her fingernails scratching his back uncontrollably. Her reaction made him kiss her harder and work his tongue faster, turning her gasp into a violent moan.

Suddenly Ramon's mouth left her neck, and she opened her eyes to see the bottom of her tank top being pulled over her head. Instinctively, she lifted her arms to let him take it off completely. As he tossed it to the floor, he stared at her naked breasts with a huge smile on his face.

Marcy reached for the bottom of his T-shirt and said, "Your turn."

"Mmm." Ramon's eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. "You're a bossy little thing."

She was about to respond when he pulled her into a kiss.

And she forgot what she was going to say.

His tongue was just as wild in her mouth as it was against her neck. He was unrestrained, but at the same time, controlled.

With her fingers coiled into his hair, she matched his tongue stroke for stroke, her heart pounding faster with each movement.

Ramon slowed the kiss, taking her bottom lip between his teeth then letting it go.

Then his tongue darted between her lips and back out like he was tasting her.

She felt his cock pressing into her stomach, and reached down to glide her palm over it, through his shorts.

He moaned softly into her mouth and slid his hands down her bare back. She soon felt his fingers under the elastic waistband of her shorts. He broke the kiss and bent at his knees to push them down to the floor, leaving her naked.

Marcy gasped as she felt a light draft against her backside. In a soft voice, she murmured, "I'm the only one naked? No fair."

Ramon looked in her eyes then stepped back to give himself room. He quickly lifted his shirt over his head then pulled his shorts down, kicking them away. With a silly half-smile, he raised his hands to his sides, nodding down at his body. "Feel better now?"

She could barely say, "Yeah," as she took it all in. Smooth chest, chiseled abs… nice-sized cock pointing straight at her…

Ramon laughed when he saw her staring at it. His head tilted to the side, he winked at her and said, "Don't worry, baby. I'll take it easy on ya."

Marcy smiled, shaking her head. "Oh no. I didn't ask you to take it easy."

He let out a loud breath. "Good, 'cause it's a damned lie." Then he rushed toward her, making her giggle as he lifted her into the air and spun her around to the bed.

She landed on her side, her head against a pillow.

He rushed to the door and turned a latch to lock it, then ran to the bed and jumped in beside her, making the entire bed jolt.

His enthusiasm made Marcy blush.

Ramon pushed her onto her back in a passionate kiss. His hand instantly went to her breast, and he let out a sharp moan as he kneaded it.

Marcy threw her arms around his back and soon found herself squirming uncontrollably beneath him. God, that tongue. If it had that kind of effect on her mouth, she could only imagine what it might do elsewhere.

Ramon kissed her for a long time as he fondled her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples between his fingers, until Marcy turned her face away.

"Please," she said, whimpering. She hated herself for begging but she couldn't take it anymore. "You're driving me crazy." She reached down and curled her hand firmly around his shaft.

Ramon gazed deep into her eyes, then he traced his fingers in a straight line down her stomach, stopping between her legs.

Marcy's hips instantly bucked against him.

"Ooh," he moaned as his fingers slid through her wetness. His voice was soft. "Feels like you're ready for me."

She was about to say, "yes," when his fingers slid inside her and his thumb touched her clit. Her body arched and her head flew back against the pillow as she cried out, "Oh God!"

His fingers were magic, satisfying the ache he'd built between her thighs. She could feel him watching her as she writhed around on the bed but she didn't care. She simply spread her legs and let the pleasure consume her.

Ramon varied the strength and pressure of his hand. He penetrated her slowly a few times, then deep and fast, never letting her know what to expect.

Marcy let her eyes open to see him pucker his lips like he was blowing her a kiss. Then he changed the rhythm of his hand, surprising her yet again.

"Ah!" Her head fell back and she grabbed the bedspread with her hand as she screamed. She was right there at the brink of an orgasm, like a volcano about to erupt.

And then he pulled his hand away.

"Huh?" For a moment she wanted to cry. But then she saw the sexy nude man crawling to the foot of the bed. He lifted one of her thighs in each arm and slid his hands under her ass, cupping it.

Then his head descended between her thighs. And that tongue was even better than she had imagined.

Marcy gritted her teeth to keep from screaming. Her fingers went to the back of his head, pulling his hair as she held his head in place.

He spread her lips wide and pointed his tongue, working in hard circles around her clit.

Then he went farther down, penetrating her for a while, until he kissed his way back up.

She could barely breathe long enough to emit any sounds. All that existed was the feel of his lips and tongue and his searing hot breath. She never knew what to expect. Each time she neared climax, he slowed down or his mouth moved elsewhere, prolonging her ecstasy in a way that would have been painful if he wasn't so damn good.

Then finally, after he spent a good while flicking his tongue across her clit as he sucked on it, she pressed her ankles against the back of his neck and used all of her strength to hold him there.

Ramon let out a loud chuckle against her and stayed in place, increasing his pressure until she shouted those joyful sounds. Her body twisted uncontrollably, making it hard for him to hold her still. But he did, until she was motionless and panting for air.

"Holy shit," she muttered. She wiped a few beads of sweat from her forehead and opened her mouth wide to get as much air as possible.

"So, I guess you enjoyed that?" Ramon propped himself up on his side, smiling down at her.

Marcy opened her eyes, rolled them, then closed them again as he laughed.

After a little while, she thought she heard Ramon pull something out from under the pillow beside her. When she saw him holding an unopened condom wrapper, she said, "Do you always keep those under your pillow? You have
that
many women in here?"