Hot Westmoreland Nights - Brenda Jackson [53]
With eager fingers he undid the front closure of her bra and watched as it parted, exposing two of the most beautiful globes he’d ever seen. He had thought that very thing last night and it still held true in the bright sunlight. They were perfect for his hands and incredibly delicious to his mouth.
Removing the bra completely he leaned forward and captured a hard nipple between his lips and then his tongue went to work, reacquainting his taste buds with the flavor he had enjoyed last night while holding her breast firmly in his hand.
He heard her soft moans as he feasted on one breast and then another, taking his time while his tongue so effortlessly devoured her. It felt hot, inflamed as it went about licking her hungrily, sucking the tip greedily. Never before had he gotten such pleasure from such an assault on a woman’s breasts.
He finally lifted his head and pulled back as a slow smile touched his lips. Without saying anything he gently eased her back while his hands went to her skirt and he gently pulled the denim material down her hips, thighs and legs, leaving her in those leggings. A pretty pink pair.
He studied the footless tights and although he much preferred seeing her legs bare as they had been last night, there was something about all those colorful leggings she wore that definitely made a statement. But at that moment he was going to enjoy peeling the damn things off her.
“You do know I really don’t like these things,” he said as he reached for the waistband.
She quirked a brow at him. “Why?”
He smiled and said simply. “They hide your legs.”
Chloe smiled. “Leggings are part of the latest fashion trend. And they don’t hide my legs, Ramsey, they accent them. Usually my dresses or skirts are rather short. Leggings work well with my outfits and with the flat shoes I normally wear it makes the perfect casual outfit.”
Ramsey nodded, not believing he was actually discussing a woman’s attire.
“Would you prefer I not wear leggings while I’m around your men, Ramsey?”
His answer was quick in coming. “No.”
“Okay, then, rancher. You can’t have it both ways.”
He sort of disagreed with that. “In private I’m taking them off you because I love looking at your legs.”
“Suit yourself.”
And he intended to, he thought. And then his throat tightened, not allowing another word to slip through when he inched the leggings past her hips to uncover a very skimpy, very sexy pink thong.
Once he had peeled the leggings completely off her, his attention went back to that very hot-looking thong, dying to reveal what it covered and deciding not to wait.
Adjusting his body he slouched down on the bed between her open legs and lifted them on his shoulders. And just like last night, the feel of those bare legs on his shoulders, smooth and silky, rubbing against his skin made the lower part of him throb with an intensity that sent shudders through his body. And it wasn’t helping matters that he was drowning in her scent. Being this intimately close to her hot mound made him crave her taste even more.
As soon as he felt he was in the right position, he leaned in and flicked his tongue across her crotch, dampening her thong in the process but getting a taste of what was behind it. She moaned and the sound went straight to his erection and made it surge.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked, in a voice that seemed strained, breathless, panting.
“What does it feel like?” He flicked his tongue across her again, wanting her to feel the strength behind it. “But if what I’m doing is bothering you, I can always stop,” he