Hot Westmoreland Nights

by Brenda Jackson

  She had left her phone number, but he had thrown it away, refusing to be tempted to call her and now he was worried. What if something had happened. He had no way of reaching her and had no idea just where she lived in the city.

  It had rained earlier and the road off the main highway leading to Westmoreland Country was known to be slippery after a storm. He let the curtain slip back in place and began pacing the floor again. At that moment he realized just how little he knew about Chloe, other than she was the woman who aroused him to no end.

  This was crazy. He’d let a woman in his house to cook for his men, sleep in his guestroom, use his washer and dryer to wash her bed linens before she’d taken off for the weekend, and all he knew about her was her name.

  Okay, he knew a little bit more about her than that. He knew she was a hell of a cook and beautiful as beautiful could get. He knew she had a hell of a body, although he was yet to see her bare legs. He knew she got along with his men and had cooked a huge chocolate cake last week when Colin Lawrence had turned fifty.

  He also knew what she did to him whenever she looked at him for any length of time. Truth was, although he wished like hell he didn’t have to admit it, in one short week he’d discovered a taste unlike any he’d ever sampled before, and her scent was one hell of a fragrance, an aroma he could breathe into his nostrils for days. But she had managed to do something no other woman had been capable of doing in ten years.

  She had ignited his passion.

  He wanted to know how it felt to lose himself inside her, to feel her heat, have her body, legs and all, wrapped all around him, feel his erection swell to the fullest size possible inside her, and be as greedy for her breasts as he was for her mouth.

  His hands clenched into fists at his side. He was the Westmoreland, so he’d been told, who had the least amount of charm. The one who didn’t need sex as often as the rest to maintain a normal life. Yet here he was with his heart thumping like crazy in his chest as he imagined doing all kinds of naughty things to Chloe. For the first time in hell knows when, he was thinking about getting laid. Bottom line, he was horny as hell.

  The unwanted direction of his thoughts no longer shocked him. Instead what it did was propel him to want to do more than think about it. He wanted to act on it and let the chips fall where they may. He wanted…

  His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of a vehicle pulling up. Quickly crossing the room he glanced out the window and saw it was Chloe returning. He frowned as he dropped the curtain back in place. She was late.

  He dismissed the feeling of relief knowing she was all right and was filled with anger. The least she could have done was call to let him know she would be late. Standing across the room he faced the door with his arms over his chest. She had a lot of explaining to do. The nerve of her to make him worry for nothing.

  Her scent filled the air the moment the door opened, but in anger he chose to ignore it. But when she walked over his threshold wearing a white blouse and a short denim skirt—with no leggings underneath—that showed the most beautiful pair of legs he had ever seen, he gritted his teeth knowing there was no way he could ignore them.

  Chloe closed the door behind her, saw Ramsey standing across the room glaring and quickly knew she was so not ready for this. In fact, she had decided to wait before returning in hopes that he would be in bed already. She tried to ignore how good he looked. The man wore a pair of jeans like they’d been made just for his body. They fit snug, showing impressive hard thighs and tight abs. Another thing she noticed was that it looked as if he hadn’t shaved since she’d left. The stubble look suited him. It made him look even sexier in a sinful sort of way.

  Trying to take her mind off his ultra-fine body, she stared back at him, wondering what his problem was. She had left everything in perfect order before she’d headed into town for the weekend. She had even washed and dried her bed linens, although he’d mentioned he had a housekeeper who came every Saturday morning to clean and do laundry. And why was he staring at her legs like he’d never seen a pair of legs before? Her skirt was short, but it wasn’t that short. She’d worn some shorter. If he was about to tell her there was something wrong with her outfit, that it wasn’t appropriate to wear on his ranch, then she would let him have it.

  Deciding to just get this over with and give just as good as she got, she lifted her chin, glared back at him and asked, “Ramsey, is there a problem?”

  Ramsey’s gut clenched and his jaw tightened. Her legs were long and shapely. They were the kind that looked perfect in a short dress from the top of her thighs all the way down to her ankles.

  “Ramsey, I asked was there a problem?” she asked testily.

  His gaze moved from her legs to her face. “You’re late.”

  What on earth did he mean by that? Chloe wondered as a confused frown covered her face. She must have heard him wrong. “Excuse me?”

  “I said you’re late. Your note said you would be returning Sunday evening and it’s almost eleven.”

  She dropped her overnight bag by her feet. “And what of it? I’m not on a time clock. In fact, I am not even working for you today. As long as I’m here to prepare breakfast in the morning what business is it of yours?”

  Ramsey stiffened. She had asked a good question. What business was it of his? He then said the first thing that came to his mind. “This is my house.”

  She seemed taken aback by that response. “Are you standing here telling me that I have a curfew?”

  Was that what he was saying? He shook his head. “No, you don’t have a curfew, but since you left a note saying you would be returning in the evening, at least you could have had the decency to call.”

  Her gaze locked on his face. Decency? Blood rushed through her veins as anger consumed her. He had the gall to utter such a word? She crossed the room to him. “Let’s talk about decency, Ramsey. If you would have had the decency to be here when I left instead of avoiding me like I have the pox, I would not have had to leave that note.”

  Ramsey was taken aback by Chloe’s anger. As far as he was concerned she didn’t have a damn thing to be angry about. She hadn’t been the one who’d endured sleepless nights knowing she was just down the hall from him when the need to bury himself deep inside her had nearly driven him insane. Hell, if only she knew that the reason he’d deliberately made himself scarce most of last week was because anytime he saw her he got an automatic erection that wouldn’t go down.

  Furthermore, he was sick and tired of finding places to go in the afternoons just so he wouldn’t be tempted to make one of those erotic dreams he’d had over the past week come true. Tired of unexplainable emotions, escalated hormones and a frantic urge to make love to her until neither of them had an ounce of energy left.

  He took a step closer as his anger level moved up another notch. “You don’t get it do you?” he asked in a voice that was rough, close to the edge. “I stayed away to do us both a favor, Chloe. Had I been here you would never have walked out that door.”

  The hard, cold reality was that he was a lit piece of dynamite ready to explode, preferably inside her. Point blank, he wanted her in a way he’d never wanted any woman and with a need that was pushing him over the edge and he was determined to take her right with him.

  He could tell by her expression she hadn’t liked what he’d said. She took a step closer, got in his face, put her mouth just inches from his, their noses almost touched. “Ha! And just what were you going to do? Tie me up?”

  A slow smile slid over his lips. If only she knew how many times such a thought had crossed his mind. He’d never been into that bondage stuff, but he could just imagine such a thing with her. “Considering the state I’ve been in all week, the state I happen to be in right now, tying you up would have definitely been an option.”

  Chloe stared at him, stunned at his admission, and at that moment she realized not only what he’d said but what he’d meant. Somewhere along the line their conversation had become sex
ual. Maybe for him it had always been that way, but due to her raging anger she had failed to see it. However, she was seeing it now. She could feel his heat and that heat was being passed on to her. Even the distended nipples pressing against her blouse felt like they were ready to detonate. And the area between her legs, more specifically the depths of her womb, felt hot.

  “And do you know what I would have done after tying you up, Chloe?”

  Nibbling on her bottom lip she held his gaze while her entire body felt like a bonfire. She’d never considered herself a fiercely passionate woman, but at that moment the raw images going through her mind, of her bound to his bed, legs spread, with him naked and crawling over her, to mate with her, had her speechless.

  He didn’t wait for her to respond to his question. “I would have stripped you naked and then licked you all over from head to toe.”

  Added to the very image flowing in her mind, she could definitely see him doing that. A heated ache settled between her thighs and when she felt her panties get wet she tightened her legs together. Hot passion, deep desire was taking over her entire body with his words and every part of her was responding, without any restraints.

  “But do you know where my mouth would have lingered, Chloe? Where it would have devoured you to the fullest, given you the most sensual pleasure?”

  When she didn’t say anything, he leaned in, whispered close to her ear and what he said, as well as the erotic picture his words made, had her weak in the knees. And it didn’t help matters that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her neck.

  “And trust me, you aren’t out of the woods yet,” he said in a deep, husky and sexually-laden voice. “So if you don’t want me with the same intensity that I want you, with the same intensity that I plan on taking you, then I suggest you walk out that door right now, because I refuse to avoid you any longer.”

  Chloe swallowed tightly while admitting inwardly that she wanted him, wanted him to take her and with the same intensity he was alluding to. There was no way she could or would deny that. And she knew that standing before her was a fiercely passionate man. She had known it from the first time she had seen him that day crossing the street. There had been something about him that had sent a sensual thrill through her, had made her entirely aware of him as a woman. It had made her fantasize about him every night since then. So what he was threatening to do stimulated her more than he would ever know.

  But then at the same time, he was giving her an out without having to feel guilty about leaving him in a tough spot in regard to losing a cook. She should take it. But the bottom line was that she didn’t want to take it. She wanted to take him instead.

  “Chloe?”

  Her name flowed from his lips in a deeply throaty tone. She met his gaze. “Yes?”

  “I’m waiting.”

  She inhaled deeply, took a couple of steps to him, flattened her hands against his chest, looked up into his eyes and then told him calmly, “So am I.”

  Ramsey’s self-control snapped and the speed in which his mouth swept down on Chloe’s had his head spinning. But the twirling stopped and was replaced by an explosion going off in his skull the moment his tongue was planted firmly in her mouth.

  She tasted like the strawberry cake she had baked on Thursday and he was tempted to eat her mouth with the same greediness with which he’d consumed that slice of cake. And when his tongue began lapping her up, savoring every inch of her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny, he heard the moan that escaped from her throat. Her delicious taste consumed him, went to his head, speared every part of his body and enflamed his senses.

  And he still wanted to draw her deeper into himself.

  The hard throbbing of his erection was letting him know that kissing her would not be enough. His control was eroding and taking his sanity right along with it, while at the same time his hunger was being escalated. And his body, every nerve ending, every cell, was demanding to be fed. He suddenly pulled his mouth away, needing more. And needing it now.

  “Ramsey?”

  Her voice was soft, her breath hot, and the sound of his name from her lips was as sweet as her taste. He knew at that moment he had to remove her clothes and the thought of taking off that skirt and getting between those legs sent a shudder through every part of him.

  He knew there was no way he could make it up the stairs to his bedroom. The sofa would have to do. It was sturdy and strong which was a good thing because she was in for a hard ride. He had given her fair warning, but she hadn’t taken it. Soon enough she would discover just what she had unleashed.

  The air surrounding them was thick with sexual tension. The rush of sensations that were pounding through his veins and making his insides quiver, drove him to reach out and draw her back close to him. His hands began moving, roaming all over her and lifting her short skirt to touch the backside he enjoyed looking at so much.

  He felt her shiver in his arms, heard her say his name again and with the sound of the hunger he heard in her voice, more than ever before, consumed him. He needed to kiss her again, let his tongue stroke inside her mouth while his hands stroked her flesh.

  That wasn’t enough.

  Suddenly, his hands went to her blouse, his fingers gripped the fabric and with one hard tug ripped it from her body.

  Chloe gasped and when she saw the intensity of desire that burned in Ramsey’s eyes she knew her blouse was just the beginning. He proved her right when his hands reached for her bra. Blood surged through her veins when he opened the front clasp, freeing her breasts, but not for long.

  After pulling the bra off her shoulders and tossing it aside, he took the twin mounds in his hands as if testing their softness and shaping their fullness. And then he lowered his mouth to capture a puckered nipple into his hot mouth. The moment his tongue touched the tip, sucked it deep, she dug her nails into his shoulders as sensations ripped through her. Intense pleasure trailed not far behind and caused her nipples to harden even more.

  “Ramsey…” She whispered his name, barely able to stand on her feet any longer as he attacked her breasts with his mouth like a starving man.

  Instead of answering, with his mouth still on her breasts, he moved his hands downward to raise her skirt. His fingers found the crotch of her panties. The moment he touched the drenched spot she moaned, but not before she heard his rough growl. He pulled back, released her breasts and gripped her skirt to pull it down her hips.

  Within seconds she was standing in front of him wearing nothing more than wet panties. He took a step back to remove his shirt, popping buttons in his haste, before stripping it from his shoulders. His naked chest was perfect and she couldn’t help moving, closing the distance and reaching out to rake her nails across the hard, muscled hairy chest, liking the feel beneath her fingertips.

  He captured her hand and holding her gaze he began licking her fingers, one by one. His tongue felt hot against her sensitive flesh and she shuddered when sensations tore through her.

  “You like that?” His voice was heavy, deep, sexy.

  She could only nod.

  “You enjoy my tongue on you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, barely able to get out the single word.

  “Good, now let’s see how you enjoy my tongue in you.”

  He eased down in front of her and holding her hips he leaned forward, pressed his nose against the crotch of her panties, as if to inhale her scent. And then he flicked out his tongue and it felt blazing hot against the silky material. Pleasure eased over her and she felt on the verge of exploding.

  Ramsey leaned back and looked up to hold her gaze as he began easing her panties down her legs. When she stepped out of them he could only lean farther back on his haunches and look at her up and down, fighting hard to breathe while doing so.

  He was mesmerized. Her legs seemed endless. They were beautiful, shapely, alluring. They were silky smooth and should never be covered with a pair of leggings again. Unable to hold out any longer, he reached out
and touched her legs, stroked them up and down, front and back, the pad of his fingers reveling in the feel of her skin. These were legs that were making him harder just looking at them. Legs he wanted wrapped around him tight, holding him inside her body while he thrust in and out of her.

  But first, he had to taste her.

  Leaning in closer his hands slid to her hips as he angled his mouth to her center. Instinctively, she parted her thighs and when he gently opened her up and his tongue delved inside her, she clung to him to hold on, which to him was a good thing.

  His tongue swiped at her a couple of times before going for the gusto, stroking her, licking her and sucking with an intensity he felt all the way to the exquisitely painful tip of his erection. She began moving against his mouth and he gripped her hips tighter to hold her steady and then his hands shifted and went to her rump, gripping it and pushing her closer to his mouth, while at the same time he lifted her legs off the floor to wrap around his shoulders, cupping her backside in the palms of his hands for support. Keeping his mouth locked to her his tongue was having a field day, licking her into pleasure, deliberately searing her senses. She clenched her hands to the side of his head, moaned his name over and over. And then she began to shudder. He felt it. He tasted it. And he didn’t intend to remove his mouth from her until he’d gotten his fill.

  Moments later he pulled his mouth away, untangled her legs from around his shoulders and eased her down with him to the floor. He glanced over at her and licked his lips. “Delicious,” he whispered in a throaty voice.

  She had been more than delicious. She was incredible. The taste and heat of her was still on his tongue. At that moment, something inside him snapped. The need to join his body with hers was monumental.

  He released a growl before he shifted his body, capturing her mouth the moment he could do so. He was going to take her, give them both pleasure, have them exploding all over the place, and his erection throbbed violently in anticipation.