gentlemanly. Like, open the door after she knocked, letting her into the room all polite and shit.
He pressed his lips together, thinking. Why'd this have to be so damn difficult? It's not like he was trying to seduce her. He just wanted to get her into bed—
Aw, fuck.
Isn't that what "seduce" means?
Suddenly, Ramon wished he'd given this plan some forethought. Shit. She'd gotten into his head and made his thoughts all muddy.
He took a deep breath to clear his mind, then jumped a little when he heard a knock.
" Hello ?" Her sultry voice stroked his ears like velvet.
Ramon cleared his throat and sat down on the side of his bed, leaning forward with his elbows against his knees and his pulse racing. "Come in."
Chapter 6
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
He pressed his lips together, thinking. Why'd this have to be so damn difficult? It's not like he was trying to seduce her. He just wanted to get her into bed—
Aw, fuck.
Isn't that what "seduce" means?
Suddenly, Ramon wished he'd given this plan some forethought. Shit. She'd gotten into his head and made his thoughts all muddy.
He took a deep breath to clear his mind, then jumped a little when he heard a knock.
" Hello ?" Her sultry voice stroked his ears like velvet.
Ramon cleared his throat and sat down on the side of his bed, leaning forward with his elbows against his knees and his pulse racing. "Come in."
Chapter 6
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
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