Hot Westmoreland Nights - Brenda Jackson [55]
“Look at me, baby. Feel me,” Ramsey said as his fingertips caressed her chin.
She did feel him. He was as deep as he could get and his need was raging just as out of control as hers. Then he picked up the tempo and she clung to him, determined to meet him on every level. Especially this one.
And when he called out her name in a guttural growl she knew that here, in bed, making love, the two of them were in the same sensual vibe. And when she cried out her pleasure, felt her body explode yet again, and knew he was following her over the edge, she could have sworn at that moment she actually felt his hot release shooting inside of her, all the way to the womb. But she knew that wasn’t possible. She had watched him put on a condom. It was nothing more than her imagination at work, and when he continued to drive hard within her she knew the night was just beginning.
A long time later Chloe lay in Ramsey’s arms in the position she’d discovered he liked the best: spoon style. Her backside was cushioned by his front and his muscular leg was thrown over hers. Her head was resting back on his chest and his arm was thrown over her middle.
She felt satiated, relaxed, secured. After their last lovemaking session, Ramsey had eased out of her and had gone into the bathroom to discard the condom and to put on another. He liked being ready and chances were today would not be any different than last night when they had made love, rested and made love again all through the night. However, at some point they needed to prepare something for dinner to keep up their strength.
They enjoyed each other and she couldn’t see them not making love several more times before they finally drifted off to sleep. The thought that he desired her as much as she desired him made her heart thump rapidly in her chest.
She pulled in a deep breath knowing she had to level with him. No matter how he handled things she needed to tell him the truth. She would let him know she no longer wanted him to pose for the cover, nor did she want to do an article on him.
Knowing it was best to just get it over with, she turned into his arms. She could tell the move surprised him and deciding to just tell him and not waste any time, she took a quick breath and said, “Ramsey, there’s something I need to tell you.”
Ramsey quickly placed a finger to Chloe’s lips. Knowing his sisters and how desperate they were for him to become involved with a woman, they had probably gone overboard, shaken her up by tossing her some ideas she wasn’t quite ready to catch. So she was about to bail out. Let him know that for her things weren’t quite that serious. He understood, but he wasn’t ready to hear her acknowledge that yet.
At the end of the week, right before she left for good, then they would talk. He would tell her of his desire to see her again when her work here ended. He wanted to take her out, make love to her, he wanted for them to continue what they had started here. He recalled what he’d said to Dillon earlier that day and knew that he did want it to be that kind of a party.
“Let’s not get into a serious discussion about anything. Not now. We can discuss any serious topics on your last day. I need to continue to have the peace I’ve found with you, Chloe. Could you hold your thoughts for a while and give me that?”
She slowly nodded. “Yes, I can give you that.”
“And,” he continued by saying, “with shearing wrapping up this week, the sheep that’s not pregnant will be taken to pasture and—”
“You have a lot of sheep pregnant?”
He smiled. “Yes, almost half my herd.”
He saw the look of surprise on her face. “How did that many sheep get pregnant at the same time?”
“It’s timed that way. The female sheep, the ewes, are put out with the rams during mating season and five months later