by Mari Carr
“Oh no, Rob.” Meg stared at his totally kissable lips before catching herself. “I trust you. Really I do. I’m just tired. That’s all.”
God, what would he do if she leaned forward and kissed him? Shaking the thought from her head, she felt her sensible, boring side taking control again.
The slight grin on his face seemed to indicate he suddenly understood what her trembling was about.
“Meg.” He leaned toward her.
She knew she should take a step back, but she felt as if her feet were sunk in concrete.
“Yes?”
“I’m going to kiss you.” His mouth inches from hers. Meg could only assume he was giving her a chance to refuse him if she wanted.
“Thank God.” She rose up the last two inches until her lips brushed his. She was stunned by the softness of his kiss. She’d anticipated a rushed, frantic maybe even awkward kiss, which certainly described how she felt, but Rob clearly had other plans. His lips studied hers as if they had the rest of their lives to figure out how to do it right.
“You know.” His voice tickled her as he whispered against her cheek, placing soft kisses everywhere he touched. “Part of the festivities tomorrow include a kissing contest.”
“No need to bother. You win.”
Chuckling lightly, he tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. “Last year, the winning couple kissed for three and a half hours.”
“Mmmm.” Meg struggled to comprehend his comments.
“Perhaps we could try to beat that time.” His lips followed the curve of her neck before placing soft kisses just under her chin. “Of course, it would require some practice.”
“Practice.” Meg was aware she must sound like a mindless droid, but she didn’t care. She ran her hands through his soft brown hair, pulling his lips back to hers. He was talking far too much.
He kissed her again, much more deeply this time, his tongue enticing and teasing hers. His arms were holding her so closely she wasn’t sure where she ended and he began. His hands drifted down her back, but the dampness of her clothing seemed to rouse him from their impetuous actions.
Pulling away, he looked down. “You are going to catch a cold if you don’t get out of those wet clothes soon.”
His words caused her face to flush with embarrassment. Despite her desires, she felt her ‘good girl’ upbringing bubbling back to the forefront. She reached up to hide her blushing cheeks. “Shit Rob. What you must think of me?”
“What?”
“I’m not easy.” Her cursed honesty flew out of her mouth before she could hold it back. “I mean, I swear, I’ve never gone to a hotel room with a stranger and then started making out with him. Good lord, my mother would kill me.”
For several seconds, he stared at her and she felt her blushes deepen. Finally, she watched his shoulders begin to shake as he attempted to restrain laughter. When his effort to control his humor failed, he gave into it and his laughs were long and loud.
Angry, she narrowed her eyes. “I don’t see what’s so funny. Your behavior wasn’t much better. In fact, you were the one who initiated the kiss.”
Rob, sensing he’d hurt her feelings, appeared contrite. “You’re absolutely right, but Meg, there is no way on earth I’ll apologize for kissing you. In fact, I have every intention of kissing you again, all night if you’ll let me.”
“But—” she started.
“Meg, I don’t think badly of you at all. You’ll simply have to trust me when I say in my line of work, I’ve met plenty so-called easy women and you could not be more different from them. I think that is one of the reasons why I’m attracted to you beyond all reason.”
“You are? I mean I’m attracted to you too. Very much so.”
“Stay with me this weekend.”
“What?”
“It’s a weekend for romance. I think we’ve established we both desire each other. Why not give ourselves the weekend off from our responsibilities and explore it a bit? Take a break from our real lives, our real personalities.”
“Be who we want to be?” she asked. “Break out of our normal mold?”
“Exactly. Just be ourselves without worrying about the outside world or other people’s expectations of us.”
Rob’s proposal appealed to her more than she cared to admit. She’d spent a lifetime caring for others, her mother and grandmother as they were consumed with cancer, the students in her classroom, even her needy ex-fiancé has seemed to only want her mothering, which made sense now that she realized some other woman was providing the sex. The idea of taking a weekend for herself, giving herself the chance to do anything she wanted without fear of recrimination was tempting.
“Rob, I really want to sleep with you.”
“Thank God.” He pulled her to him in a deep, passionate kiss.
Chapter Five
“Rob.” Her voice was a mere whisper and he could see her body trembling with need. “It’s been too long. Please. I need you—now.”
“Your wish is my command.” He bent forward and picked her up easily.
Shock crossed her face and he was sure no one had ever whisked her off to the bedroom in such a fashion. He joined her as she laughed with delight.
“Now I really do feel like Scarlett O’Hara.”
Rob put on his best Clark Gable impersonation. “Frankly, my dear, I’m about to have my wicked way with you!”
With that, he tossed her lightly into the middle of her bed before crawling up and over her on all fours, like a hungry lion stalking his prey.
He quickly reached down to unbutton her blouse, anxious to see her naked. His breath began coming faster as he saw her large, firm breasts displayed in all their glory in soft pink lace. Her laughter quickly turned to whimpers as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing, licking and biting his way down to her breasts. He pushed the lacy material down, freeing her nipples, taking them into his mouth one at a time.
Straddling her hips, he bit back a groan as she pushed herself against the painful erection smothering in his trousers. Cool air on his chest alerted him to the fact his lovely southern belle had not been idle while he enjoyed her bountiful flesh. Her small hands slipped beneath his shirt as she pushed it off his shoulders. Her quick intake of breath and wide eyes proved she liked what she saw.
Pulling his shirt off, Rob help her wiggle out of her wrinkled linen pants. Once she was naked, Meg began to tackle the buttons of his pants.
“Hurry,” she hissed and Rob fought hard not to laugh at her impatience. Never one to dawdle with the deed, he found himself purposely trying to prolong the act. He had every intention of making love to Meg all night and he was in no rush to see this end. His little teacher, however, had a different lesson plan.
He rose to shuck off his pants and started to return to the bed, but Meg stopped him with an outstretched hand.
“Wait.” She sat up in order to see him better. Rob didn’t have a modest bone in his body, but her close scrutiny left him flushing a bit himself.
“My God. You’re incredible. I mean, holy mother. You’re like Arnold Swartzenegger, Harrison Ford and that new James Bond guy all rolled into one.”
“What, no Rhett Butler?” He was flattered beyond belief at her praise. Reaching over to her, he pulled her toward the end of the bed. He didn’t give her an opportunity to respond as he took her mouth again with a heated kiss. Gripping her knees lightly, he pulled them apart until he stood between her legs as she lay across the bed. The height of the mattress was nearly perfect for his intentions, her wet opening level with his hips. The scent of her body’s juices and her excited little whimpers nearly drove him out of his mind as he had to physically restrain himself for plunging into her hot depths. So much for taking it slow.
“Rob,” she whispered when he came up for much-needed air. “Condom?”
“Shit.” He was amazed he’d nearly forgotten. Reaching down, he grabbed his pants, retrieving the foil package.
“Wait,” she said wh
en he started to put it on. “Let me.” She took the condom from his fingers. The first tentative touch of her fingers on his cock staggered him. His breath caught in his throat and he had to lean forward to hold himself upright with his hands.
“Christ,” he hissed, as he suspected she was teasing him with her firm, slow touches as she unrolled the condom. “Much more of that, Margaret and that lousy rubber will be useless before I even get inside you.”
Laughing lightly, she finished her task, running her hands appreciatively up his chest, stopping to toy with his own taut brown nipples. Rising up on her elbows, she teased each one with her tongue, planting soft kisses all over his chest.
“Rob. I need you.” Looking into her lovely eyes, he could see she spoke the truth.
“I wanted to go slow. Savor the moment.”
“We have all weekend to savor the moment. Right now, I need you. Hard and fast.”
Shocked by her tantalizing words, he moved to her hot core. All rational thought and years of practiced patience left him as he took her at her word. He entered her in one strong thrust, stopping for only a moment to enjoy how tightly she clutched his cock in her small body and how tightly her arms held his chest to her own.
“Holy mother,” she breathed into his ear as she came and he smiled at what was quickly becoming his favorite of her delightful expressions.
Unwilling and unable to hold back his own desires, he gave her exactly what she asked for as he moved in and out her body. Hard and fast. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if his movements weren’t almost brutal, but Meg’s cries of desire and her fingernails digging into his back urged him on. Never, never had he wanted a woman like he wanted this little teacher.
Rob had slept with movie stars, powerful business women, hell, even a princess. Yet somehow, this tiny woman stirred things inside him he’d never realized had lain dormant until she awoke them. On and on, he pounded inside her, vaguely registering as she climaxed twice more, her pussy muscles clenching him like a vise, her screams of ecstasy driving him on—he was the horse, her voice the whip. When he sensed she was approaching the cliff again, he prepared to jump with her. As their combined orgasms swept through them, only one thought permeated Rob’s mindless bliss. One weekend would never be enough.
It was several minutes later before Meg realized the knocking she heard wasn’t that of her heart pounding in her chest, but the door to the suite.
“That’ll be dinner,” he said softly. “Why don’t you grab a quick shower while I set it up?” He kissed her lightly on the cheek before attempting to move back down to her gorgeous breasts for another taste.
She laughed and pushed him away. “Food—now. I’m starving. I won’t be a minute. Promise.”
Twenty minutes later, Meg walked back out into the living room area of the suite feeling like a new woman. The clothing she’d borrowed from Rob hung loosely on her hourglass frame and she actually felt tiny for once in her life. Her grandma used to tell her she was a healthy girl with meat on her bones and she had long ago gotten used to the fact that she was never going to wear single-digit sized clothing.
“Well,” Rob’s pleasant voice said. “Don’t you look cute.”
“Ugh,” she groaned. “Cute is for puppies and babies.”
“Sorry, but fact is you look very cute right now.” He laughed ruffling his hand through her freshly combed curls.
She smacked his hand away. “I just fixed that. The only time I can get a comb through these damn curls is when they’re wet.”
“I love your curls.” Rob wrapped one around his finger as if to prove it. “Part of what makes you so cute.”
“Oh, you’re a regular comedian.”
Grinning, Rob gestured toward the table by the big windows. Outside the rain was still falling, although it seemed to be weakening in intensity. Of course, that was probably just wishful thinking on her part.
“Still hungry?”
“Ravenous.” She looked at the huge array of food. “My God, you’ve ordered enough for an army.”
“Yep,” Rob said. “I figured you’d need a little help keeping those sweatpants up. Tiny as you are.”
“Ha ha. If I eat all this, I’ll never fit into the new clothes in my suitcase I starved myself for months to buy. What is that?” She gestured to a small bowl on the table.
“Beluga caviar.”
Meg wrinkled her nose. “Fish eggs?”
“Have you ever tried it?”
“No, they don’t usually serve that in the school cafeteria.”
“Well, you shouldn’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” he said. “It really is exquisite.”
“I don’t suppose you’d let me take your word for it?”
“Absolutely not.” He picked up a cracker and placed a large dollop on top. “This is my favorite treat. Here.”
He presented the cracker to her. She started to reach for it, but Rob shook his head, placing it at her lips, determined to feed it to her. “Open up.”
She opened her mouth accepting the cracker. Chewing slowly, she decided the taste wasn’t as bad as she might have expected.
“Well?”
“It’s pretty good,” she finally admitted, “although I don’t think it’s going to knock KC Masterpiece potato chips off the list as my favorite snack.”
“At a hundred and fifty dollars an ounce, you are probably wise to stick with the chips.”
“How much?”
Rob was obviously taken aback by her dismay. “A hundred and fifty dollars.”
“How much did I just eat?” She felt sick to her stomach at the thought.
“An ounce?” he guessed.
Slapping a hand across her mouth, she shook her head.
“Are you okay?”
“I can’t believe you let me eat that much caviar. You should have warned me,” she chastised him. “I would have chewed longer. Hell, I wouldn’t have eaten so much. My God! Do you know what you can do with a hundred and fifty dollars?”
Rob tried to stifle the humor her comments triggered, but the laughter won out. “Chewed longer?”
Meg rose from the table. “And you! You should be ashamed of yourself. Your company is nice enough to give you a free place to stay and to pay for all your meals and you take advantage of that. If I was your boss, I’d take that money out of your unappreciative hide.”
Shaking his head at her impassioned words, he stopped laughing and considered her point of view. From her perspective, he certainly did look like a greedy employee. For a brief moment, he considered confessing his true identity, but he wondered if that would make any difference to her. For his entire life, he’d lived a lifestyle most people could only dream about. He was born to an affluent family and during his adulthood, he’d worked hard to increase his own personal wealth. He’d earned his first million by twenty-one and over the past decade, he’d continued to climb the ladder of success.
No doubt his upbringing and standard of living had blinded him to the travails of the middle class people who worked hard to chisel out an existence. He felt humbled by her words. For him, eating hundreds of dollars worth of caviar in a single sitting meant nothing, but to Meg, such extravagance seemed greedy and wasteful.
“I’m sorry to upset you. I thought you knew how expensive good Beluga caviar was. I should have warned you of the cost and let you make the decision.” He was amazed to hear himself apologizing. Rob Madison was not a man to apologize for his actions and certainly not for something as innocuous as offering a woman caviar.
“Damn.” Meg closed her eyes. “I must sound like the biggest prude on earth. Look at me, yelling at you for feeding me. I’m sorry. Just so you know, I’m this big a pain in the butt to all of my friends. I’m way too outspoken and opinionated.”
Rob’s heart skipped a beat as she referred to a friendship with him. For the first time in his entire life, he was making a friend based on his own personality and not by how much money he had in the bank. Meg treated him
as she would any new acquaintance and he found that feeling unique. He was sick to death of having women throw themselves at him merely because they desired the power of his name and the bottom line on his paycheck.
“Don’t worry about it, Meg. What do you say we dig in?” He gestured at the food desperate to get them back on solid ground. She kept him constantly on his toes.
Smiling, she agreed and they talked and ate until nearly dawn. Meg told him about her students and her family and he told her about some of his own traveling misadventures, making her laugh until tears streamed down her cheeks.
Rob rose to glance out at the rain. “I’m afraid this foul weather is going to upset some of the weekend festivities.”
“Oh, that’s right. There’s supposed to be a parade of some sort, isn’t there?”
“Yes,” he answered. “There’s a big parade down the center of Main Street, lots of bands and heart shaped floats. Bit ridiculous really. Venus and Cupid ride in on the last float and officially declare Lover’s Lane open.”
“Lover’s Lane?”
“Actually, it’s the marketplace in the city center. All the merchants hawk their romantic wares.”
“Should I even ask what’s considered romantic wares?”
“Oh, you know. Aphrodisiacs, lingerie, leather, sex toys. That kind of thing.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Nope. Don’t worry though, Meg. As soon as the weather clears, I’ll take you. I wouldn’t let you miss it. I’m already thinking about all the things I want to buy you there.”
“You are?”
Rob couldn’t miss her quick intake of breath. Turning to her, he reached out and pulled her closer to him.
“Uh huh.” He released the reins on his building need, taking her lips in a kiss utterly different from the ones that preceded it. He wanted Meg with a passion that bordered on painful and the thought of buying her sexy clothing, body lotions and toys sent his cock into full alert. Unwilling to wait another minute for her, he reached down and pulled his oversized t-shirt over her head, pleased to discover she hadn’t put her bra back on after her shower. “You are so beautiful.”
