by Mari Carr
“I see.” She ran her hands under his shirt to tease his hard nipples. “Just for the record, I must be shallow as hell because I love how you look.”
“Ah, something we have in common. What do you say we indulge in a little bit more of that lust at first sight?”
“Mmm, you feel so good.” Her hands stroked around and over his shoulders, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
His hands gripped her buttocks to rub her against his lower body. Spending two hours in a darkened theater without touching her had been sheer torture. If the place hadn’t been so crowded due to the lack of outdoor entertainment, he would have pulled her across his lap and had his way with her right there. Truth be told, he could barely recall any of the movie, his thoughts had been so centered on her sitting next to him.
Now he intended to make up for lost time.
“Meg,” he whispered into her ear, teasing the delicate lobe with his tongue.
He rejoiced when she wrapped her arms around his waist, rasping his neck with her own soft tongue.
“Yes?”
Pushing her gently away from him, he took a step back eager to expand on their bedroom play.
“Take off your clothes for me.” His voice was rough with the need to see all of her.
She blushed slightly, but complied with his request. Her hands slowly dragged her shirt over her head, leaving her clad in a lacy pink bra that showcased her very generous cleavage. Once she’d disposed of the shirt, she slowly unhooked her pants, pushing them off her hips with a sexy sway that had Rob’s cock rising another two inches. By God, but she was gorgeous.
Clad only in her panties and bra, Rob struggled to calm his breathing, desperate to remain in control. He knew how he wanted this to play out and it would require patience on his part.
“Take off your panties,” he said softly, “but leave on your bra.”
She seemed startled by the fact he wasn’t touching her, but again she obeyed his request. Kicking off her panties, she seemed uncertain what to do with her hands. Rob added, “Touch yourself” to his list of demands.
“What?”
“Go sit in that chair.” He pointed to the comfortable armchair to his right. “And touch yourself. I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”
“Rob—” She started to refuse, but Rob halted her words with a raised hand.
“Do it now, Meg,” he said firmly.
Her eyes widened briefly at the command in her voice before glazing over with obvious desire. Slowly she walked to the chair and lowered herself onto it. Spreading her legs, she waited until he crossed the room to sit on the couch opposite her.
Without hesitation, her hands drifted down to her pussy and he was spellbound by the beauty of her actions. Rubbing her clit lightly with one hand, the other drifted down to her drenched opening. One of her tiny fingers, then two, disappeared in her soft, dark cavern. Rob heard her panting breaths and was aware how much his watching her actions was turning her on. Slowly, he stood, taking off his own bothersome shorts. Grasping his hard erection in his hand, he began to stroke himself, mimicking the rhythm of her fingers. He sensed when she was getting close to her climax. Originally, he planned for them to watch each other to the end, but the idea of not feeling the glorious clenching of her inner muscles around his hard cock was too much for him to bear.
“Stop.” He crossed the room to her, grabbing her hands to halt her motions.
She cried out her frustration, fighting to reclaim her hands.
“Get down on the floor.” He pulled her up from the chair. “On your hands and knees.”
“Yes,” she hissed, obviously thrilled with the prospect of what he was offering her.
Turning, she presented him with a stellar view of her all-too-luscious bottom.
“That’s right.” He lowered himself to his knees behind her. Grabbing for the condom he’d thrown on the coffee table, he sheathed himself with one hand, his other on the top of her back, pushing softly.
“Lower your chest to the floor, but keep that gorgeous ass up.”
Once again, she heeded his request and the tether on his patience broke.
Moving to her entrance, he pushed into her one inch at a time, making sure she could accommodate him this way. She was so small, he sometimes wondered that she could take him into her body at all. His concerns were clearly unfounded when she began her lovely, demanding pleas.
“More.” She thrust back at him in an attempt to quicken his pace. Gripping her hips firmly, he held her in place, giving her no choice but to accept his will.
“Damn you,” she hissed. “Move. Faster. Harder.”
Still he held firm on his resolve until her last word.
“Please.”
Recalling her torments of the night before, Rob decided to exact his own sweet revenge on his little temptress. Pulling completely out of her—despite her angry cries—he replaced his cock with his hand, gathering up her copious juices before moving his soaked finger back to her anus. She stiffened at the first touch of his finger breeching the tight portal.
“Rob,” she replied breathlessly, “I’ve never—”
“Shh,” he hushed her. “I won’t hurt you. I want to play a little. I believe I promised retribution for last night, you little tease.” His words were light and he felt her relax, again amazed by her limitless trust in him.
Continuing to lubricate her, he slowly worked his finger in and out of her, rejoicing when he felt her begin to push back against it.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes,” she hissed. “God. I need you so badly.”
Once again, he lost the battle against her soft, willing body and lovely demands. Unable to resist, he thrust into her with all the power and strength left in his body and she countered each parry with her own movements. Her whimpers and moans of satisfaction were the impetus he needed. Leaving his finger in her anus, he buried his cock over and over in the wet warmth of her cunt, fucking her with both. He felt the moment her orgasm claimed her as her pussy clamped down hard on his throbbing cock and her ass clenched his finger so tightly he thought it would break. The power of her climax was all it took to drag him along, his seed shooting out like bullets from a gun.
Pulling out of her body, he dragged her limp form over to him, cuddling her in the crook of his arm.
“Wow,” she whispered as he felt her drift into an instantaneous sleep.
A grin tugged at his lips at her words. “Wow.”
Chapter Eight
It was nearly two a.m. when Rob made his way to the hotel bar. Given the late hour, most of the hotel patrons had called it a night or were so far into their cups they didn’t notice as he entered and planted himself at the darkest corner table. Meg was sleeping blissfully in his bed. After they roused on the floor, they ordered room service and then fed each other dinner in bed, taking turns using various body parts as utensils and plates. He was amazed that no matter how many times and how many ways he had her, he still came back begging for more. He also found himself jealous of her clear conscience as his own peaceful rest managed to elude him.
“Good evening sir,” Rob heard. Glancing up, he was surprised to find Pierre, the hotel manager. Pierre had worked for him since Rob had graduated from Harvard Business School and over the years, their relationship had evolved from employer and employee to one almost resembling a friendship.
“Pierre.” Rob gestured for the man should join him. “It’s good to see you again.”
Pierre had served as Rob’s right hand man for nearly a decade, traveling all over the world with him. However when Pierre announced his desire to go into semi-retirement after a minor heart attack, Rob suggested he come manage this resort on Eros Isle. He knew of all the places they’d visited, this small island was Pierre’s favorite stop. He also knew the resort practically ran itself and the job would not cause Pierre undue stress and, apart from the Timothy ordeal, he’d been correct.
“I knew you would visit when you had
the time,” Pierre said, his eyebrows raised.
Rob refused to rise to the man’s bait. No doubt he was overwhelmed with curiosity over Rob’s unexpected roommate. “That reminds me. Has Meg’s luggage arrived yet?” He knew she was worried sick about losing all her pretty new things, despite his assurances he would buy her a whole new wardrobe if her clothing didn’t arrive.
“Not yet, sir,” Pierre answered. “I did call the airport as you requested. Once I mentioned your concern over the matter, the head concierge was consulted and I was assured it would be located. I would be surprised if it didn’t arrive first thing in the morning.”
“Very good,” Rob said. “And her rental car?”
“Has been towed back to the airport.” Pierre was clearly used to taking care of many onerous tasks for him, as his days were filled with numerous meetings and events.
“Good,” Rob replied. “Thank you.”
“The weather is already clearing and the forecast is calling for the return of sunshine. Might you actually partake of some of this weekend’s events?”
Rob smiled at the old man’s wily ways. He was like a dog with a bone when he wanted to know what he was up to. However, being a diligent employee and steadfast gentleman, he refused to ask bluntly who the hell the woman was in his room and what in the hell was he doing with her.
Usually, Rob took great pleasure in leaving him dangling, but tonight he simply didn’t have the energy.
“I promised to take her to Lover’s Lane. Did you know she’d never seen the ocean before today?”
“Really?” Pierre’s face showed his surprise that he was being so forthright.
“She’s a special education teacher from Virginia.” Rob wasn’t sure why he was sharing anything at all about Meg.
“Quite an admirable profession.”
“She still doesn’t know who I am.” Rob was surprised by his confession, despite the fact he knew Pierre had overheard his false introduction.
“I see.” Pierre’s voice was tinged with a bit of disgust.
“At the time, it seemed like a harmless enough lie,” Rob replied. “But now—”
“I see.” Although Pierre repeated the words softly, Rob could see that Pierre truly did understand.
“The first night we met, we talked. It was nice, normal, friendly. When I realized she didn’t know who I was, I found myself leery to give up the—”
“Nice, normal, friendly part. You know, Rob,” Pierre’s voice was gentle, “no good comes from a lie.”
“You think I’m a fool.”
“Not at all. However—given the fact you seem to be quite taken with this special education teacher who has never seen the ocean—perhaps it would behoove you to tell her your true identity now.”
“I think it may already be a little too late.”
“Why?” Pierre asked.
“Because I think she’s fallen in love with me and I know I’ve fallen in love with her.”
Chapter Nine
Meg was amazed by the sight of the sun rising over the ocean on Sunday morning. She’d seen the ocean all weekend, but the dark clouds and misting rain had obscured her viewing the true breathtaking beauty of it. Today, the bright blue sky seemed dim and dull in contrast to the crystal clear azure water. Valentine’s Day, she thought with a grin and she ran back to the bed and jumped on top of her new lover.
“Hey.” Rob protested grumpily when she pulled the covers off his delectably naked body. Drooling at the sight, she tried to calm her heated thoughts by picking up a pillow and pummeling him awake.
“The sun is out. No more rain. Let’s go swim in the ocean.”
Joining in her obvious delight, he grabbed up his own pillow holding it in front of him like a shield.
“The ocean is overrated. Let’s stay in bed.” With that, he pulled her beneath him, straddling her thighs with his own.
“Rob,” she whined as he lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her until she forgot all about the ocean and the sunshine. Hell, she was struggling to recall her own name.
“Now that is a much better way to wake up.”
“With all our practice, I bet we’d be shoo-ins at the kissing contest.” She struggled to gather her wits about her. His kiss should be registered a lethal weapon.
“Mmm,” he murmured, “but I find that only a few minutes with your lips and I’m powerless to stop myself from stripping all the clothing from your body. How do you feel about public nudity?”
She shook her head and swatted at his shoulder. “I suppose we’ll have to limit our kisses to private places.”
“That’s my girl,” he answered with a charming grin. “I’m incredibly jealous, you know. I want your scrumptious curves all to myself.”
“Scrumptious, huh?” she asked with a laugh. “Well I must say I prefer your description, Mr. Mason. My grandma liked to call me pleasantly plump.”
She watched a strange look she couldn’t quite understand cross his face at her words.
“Well.” He surprised her by pulling away and rising from the bed. “I believe I promised my girl a swim in the ocean. Why don’t you put on your swimsuit and we’ll head out?”
Slapping her head, she swallowed back a curse. “My swimsuit is in my luggage, which I don’t have. Damn it!”
“Actually, my love, your luggage arrived very early this morning. It’s in your bedroom.”
His use of the words ‘my love’ caused her heart to turn over in her chest before his other comments sunk in. She squealed with delight at the prospect of having her own clothing. She dashed across the living room toward her room. “Woo Hoo! I won’t be a minute, I promise.”
Rob smiled at her enthusiasm realizing it was no doubt the truth. He was pleased by how quickly Meg could get ready for her day. Used to women who took hours to shower, dress, primp, and do God only knew what else, he found her ability to prepare herself in under fifteen minutes amazing.
Pulling on his swim trunks and a T-shirt, he reviewed his plan for the day. He’d arranged to have his yacht docked nearby, where he and Meg would have a romantic breakfast. He planned to take her on a cruise around the island, stopping for a swim in the ocean—maybe even some waterskiing—and hopefully, sometime during the day, he would manage to confess the truth about his true identity. He knew he was being a coward, but by confining her on a boat, she wouldn’t be able to escape until he’d had a chance to try to win back her favor. Especially if she became as angry at his deception as he expected her to. Not one of his more brilliant plans, but for now, it was all he had. Time was running out.
Chapter Ten
Giggling, Meg nearly tripped getting off the elevator and Rob quickly wrapped a steadying arm around her waist.
“Careful, Teach,” he murmured in her ear.
As they reached the door to the penthouse, Rob surprised her by turning her and leaning down to kiss her. She could taste the wine they’d shared on the boat on his tongue as it swept into her mouth, enticing her to play. She raised her arms to his shoulders, her fingers running through his dark hair. His hands traveled around her waist, rubbing lightly, seductively over her back.
Only with Rob had she ever felt so carefree and happy, without a worry in the world. She’d spent her entire life working. In high school she’d held down a part-time job to help with the bills while studying nonstop to earn good enough grades to get a scholarship. Unable to afford the cost of living on campus, she’d spent her college years driving the forty-five minutes home every night to care for her dying grandmother and then her ailing mother. So much of her life spent working and worrying and caring for others.
This time with Rob in a tropical paradise was healing parts of her she didn’t know were injured. She laughed and joked with ease. The practical, no-nonsense Meg she was at home would never have consented to spend a weekend with a virtual stranger. She felt as though she’d lived a lifetime in this single weekend and it saddened her to think about her return to the real world.
Rob
noticed her quiet, pensiveness. “Hey, why the long face?”
“I was just thinking about leaving tomorrow. Rob—if I don’t remember to say it—the past three days have been the best days of my life and I will never forget everything you’ve done to make them so special.”
“We still have tonight and tomorrow morning, Meg. Let’s not waste that time worrying about the end.” Her heart stopped at the word ‘end.’ How would she ever be able to walk away from Rob without a backward glance? No doubt, he was used to short-term relationships, but her heart was bleeding at the thought of never seeing him again. Shaking off her unwanted concerns, she beat down the practical Meg and brought back the new version of herself, the one who lived for the moment.
Rob unlocked the door to the suite and she started to walk in, but he stopped her, tugging at her elbow. “Before we go in, I should warn you that I fully intend to ravish you.”
She laughed, despite the effect his words were having on her body. Every moment in his presence only strengthened her desire for him. Every time he left her body she literally had to stop herself from begging him to come back in. Never had she been so wholly consumed by a man’s touch.
Reaching up, she placed her palm on his cheek, his five o’clock shadow tickling her fingers. “Thank God.” She stood on tip-toe to place her own devastating kiss on his lips.
The two continued kissing even as they stepped into the room. Turning, he shut the door before shoving her against it, lifting her legs.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.” His voice took on its commanding tone and her passion mounted even higher. Heady with the feelings he was evoking in her body, Meg pulled him closer, her fingernails digging into his bare shoulders. She shuddered as his lips left hers burning a path across her face, nipping lightly at her ear, before drifting down her neck. His teeth, tongue and lips devoured everything they touched. She loved the moment—right before he took her—when she sensed he wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him.