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
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
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