by Rede, Lily
When she finally thought she couldn’t come anymore, he buried himself as deep as he could go, grinding his pelvis against her as he came in a hot rush, his mouth in her hair. Molly quivered as Jack went slack, pressing her into the mattress. Beyond sated, she stroked his sweat-slicked back, gliding her hands down to squeeze his ass.
Perfect.
When his breathing slowed, Jack lifted his head to capture her mouth with his, possessive and sure, and then carefully withdrew, rolling to his side before tucking her into his arms, his hand cradling her breast as her ass nestled against his groin.
“Unbelievable,” he murmured, and kissed her shoulder.
Molly smiled.
JACK DIDN’T START TO panic until the first rays of dawn crept into Molly’s bedroom. Carefully, he untangled himself from her sleepy embrace, squashing a pillow into her arms to cuddle, and then sat there for a long moment, watching the early sunlight paint her bare skin in rose and gold. Her hair was mussed, her lips and nipples red and swollen, and there was a hickey starting to form on her collarbone.
She looked well-loved.
Well-fucked, Jack corrected himself.
This was just sex, chemistry they couldn’t ignore. Jack could pretend they were perfect strangers who hooked up on a tropical island for a few rounds of casual sex. He remembered her gasp when he’d flipped her to her stomach in the middle of the night, raised her to her knees, and slid into her welcoming pussy from behind, fingers clutching the lush cheeks of her ass. By the time he’d come, he’d been nearly out of his mind, it was so good.
Casual.
Even he didn’t believe it, but anything more was impossible and filled his soul with utter fear, so Jack quietly let himself out and made his way back to his bungalow for a quick shower. He may have caved and let himself have Molly Callahan despite his determination not to touch her, but she was still a distraction, he reminded himself.
It would be so easy to climb back into bed with her, tease her awake with soft kisses, and then spend the day enjoying her body and the way her eyes lit up when he smiled at her.
You have work to do, he told himself forcefully.
And that was all that had ever mattered.
MOLLY HADN’T THOUGHT THAT Jack Roman could ruin her day by being conspicuously absent, but somehow he managed it. She woke, satisfied and sleepy in a bed that still smelled of him, only to find his pillow cool to the touch and her hot anthropologist nowhere in sight. Squelching her disappointment, Molly crawled out of bed and headed to breakfast, trying not to care when he failed to materialize. Her body was still singing from his possession, and each little twinge and ache reminded her of how thoroughly he’d taken her.
Fucked and forgotten, she fumed, He’s probably off taking care of his rocks.
She thought she’d done a stellar job taking care of his rocks, but clearly he wasn’t impressed, or he wouldn’t have abandoned her after a night of what she thought was pretty spectacular wild monkey sex.
Jerk.
So Molly did her best to put him out of her mind – snorkeling and sunning herself on the beach in the morning, lounging around with a book and a cold drink in the afternoon, and teasing her tanned young waiter into dancing with her on the pier after dinner. It was all fun, relaxing, and good, but as Molly leaned against the railing that night, looking out at the stars, she recognized the fact that her mind had been somewhere else half the time.
Jack was ruining her vacation.
And he couldn’t even be bothered to show up so she could yell at him about it.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the light in Jack’s bungalow go on, and before she could think it through, she was stomping down the dock, intent on reminding the arrogant scientist that giving a woman incredible sex was one thing, but disappearing the morning after without so much as a word was something else entirely.
Serious jerk.
EVERYTHING HURT. JACK WINCED as he peeled off his wet shirt and swim trunks and stepped into the shower, rolling his shoulders. With the help of two men hired from the fishing village, two of the tablets had come up without a problem. The third was a real son of a bitch. Buried deep, it was six feet long and resisted all attempts to pull it out of the wet sand that anchored it. It had taken hours to get it up, only to have it slip at the last second and settle again at the bottom of the pond. Frustrated beyond reason, he had called it a day.
Jack scrubbed the sweat and dirt from his body and let the water rinse away some of the stress. He needed a meal and a good night’s sleep, hopefully free from dreams. The hard physical labor had kept him focused, but not focused enough, and thoughts of Molly’s soft skin, the sweets sounds she made, and the mind-blowing heat of her pussy kept intruding despite his best efforts to ignore them.
She was probably pissed at him for disappearing on her today, and Jack had decided that that was a good thing. One night was fine, but more than that…dangerous.
He stepped out of the shower and slung a towel around his hips, only to hear the front door slam shut.
Uh-oh.
His Aphrodite was beyond pissed off as Jack entered the bedroom, standing there in a silky robe over a short nightgown, blue eyes flashing, mouth tight. She crossed her arms, which only pushed her breasts higher, and Jack couldn’t help it – his eyes dropped to the luscious mounds as heat pooled in his groin.
“You are such a fucking jerk,” hissed Molly, and Jack was surprised at how much the words stung.
Her lashes swept down, but not before he caught a glimpse of something beneath the seething anger.
Hurt.
Anger was fine. Anger was good. Hurt was…not. Suddenly, his heart hurt.
“I’m sorry,” he managed.
“You should be.”
They stared at each other for a long moment, and then she turned toward the door.
“You’re leaving?”
The words ripped out of him, and she turned back, eyes wide.
“You honestly think I’d stay?” she demanded, shocked.
Jack sighed, “No, but I wish you would.”
With a groan for his tired muscles, he flopped down on the bed, savoring the soft mattress against his abused body, feeling her eyes on him even with his own closed.
“I’m bad at relationships, Molly, which is why I don’t do them.”
The truth was easier to get out with his eyes shut. He didn’t hear the door open and slam again, and a kernel of hope blossomed in his chest.
“You’ve forgotten everything you learned in school, Jack. How are you supposed to get better at something if you don’t practice?”
She sounded frustrated, but less pissed. Jack peeled one eye open.
“Maybe I need a good teacher.”
Molly arched an eyebrow full of censure, but Jack couldn’t miss how her eyes roamed his nearly-naked body, lingering on the rapidly swelling bulge beneath the towel.
“You upset me today,” she admitted.
“I really am sorry. Look, maybe you should leave, because I don’t know that I can give you any more than this.”
“Maybe I should.”
She didn’t move for a long moment, and then she stepped up to the bed. Jack’s abdomen clenched as she trailed soft fingers along the ridges of muscle.
“I want you to spend the day with me tomorrow,” she said.
“My research – ”
“Isn’t going anywhere.”
She traced the flesh just above the towel and he shuddered in reaction.
“Okay?”
“Yes,” Jack ground out and yanked her down on top of him, finding her mouth with unerring accuracy.
She pulled back to nibble his lower lip.
“Hotshot Jack Roman. You’re so used to no one calling you on your shit that you’ve forgotten what it’s like to take your medicine when you screw up.”
She rubbed her nipples, hard silk-covered pebbles, against his chest.
“So you’re going to lie here and let me play, and whe
n I’m done, then I’ll let you fuck me until morning. Got it?”
Somehow Jack managed a nod, and let her press his arms over his head. He wrapped his hands around the bars of the headboard and prayed for willpower as Molly scooted back to straddle his thighs and slowly started undoing the belt on her robe.
MOLLY WAS TORN BETWEEN irritation, lust, and a surprising amount of sympathy. For all of Jack’s brilliance, his incredible sexual prowess, and his keen insight into lost cultures and humanity, the man had no idea how to deal with women. She felt a little smug and not a little excited at the prospect of teaching him everything he needed to know. After she fucked him senseless of course.
What are you doing, Molly Callahan? When you head home…
Molly squelched the inner tirade and focused on Jack’s body spread out before her like a smorgasbord. His eyes were hot as he watched her slide the robe off her shoulders and peel the nightgown over her head. She cupped her breasts and rolled the nipples.
“Do you want to taste?” she purred, and he nodded eagerly.
Molly grinned.
“Too bad.”
The look on his face was priceless, and Molly stroked her hands down her body, spreading her thighs wider and sliding two fingers between her thighs and into her pussy, which was already pulsing for him.
Jack groaned, watching her finger-fuck herself, and Molly did her best to keep her movements smooth and sensual.
“If you hadn’t been such a prick today, I’d let you do this. I spent half the day thinking about all the things we didn’t get to last night,” she panted as heat built and his cock tried to break through the terry cloth cinched around his hips.
“I hope you made a list,” he growled, muscles tight, eyes fixed on the fingers between her thighs.
“It’s a long one,” she said, and used her free hand to trace his dick from root to tip, savoring the harsh sound he made.
Molly would have normally felt awkward, but her initial anger had made her brave, and Jack’s acquiescence turned her anger into self-confidence and determination to give as good as she got.
“Do you want to watch me come?” she asked.
“More than I want to breathe,” he replied, and his mouth fell open as she peaked, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her body.
“Mmmm…” she murmured, and tugged her wet fingers from her body.
She leaned forward and slid the digits into his mouth and Jack groaned, sucking them clean. Each little tug of his mouth prolonged the spasms of pleasure, a direct line to her pussy, and Molly shuddered. She finally pulled her fingers free and reached for the towel around his waist. His cock sprang free, turgid and huge, and Molly smiled.
“So excited to see me,” she remarked.
“Molly, please…”
She hadn’t touched him but he was already tense with anticipation, his heavy sac drawn up tight. Molly slithered down to lounge between his spread legs, fitting her hand around the pulsing column.
“You have one job, Jack Roman,” she said.
“What’s that?”
He was breathing heavily now, his hips punching up into her grip.
“Don’t come.”
Jack swore viciously as Molly lowered her mouth to his cock, humming her pleasure as she swiped her tongue over the damp head. For long minutes she learned his shape with her lips and tongue and a hint of teeth, and watched Jack lose his mind with gratifying speed.
Delightful.
By the time she drew the fat crown into the heat of her mouth, he was begging.
“God, please – Molly, take more, baby, just a little more – ”
She took as much as she could to the back of her throat and stroked the rest with a tight grip, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm that had him shuddering underneath her. Power and lust spiraled through her – his taste was addictive, his heat and strength beneath her pure seduction. She could do this for hours, pulling back when she sensed him losing control, building him up again at her leisure, except that his arousal fueled her own. If he exploded, he was going to take her with him.
Finally, Molly pulled back completely, observing his slick, swollen flesh with satisfaction as Jack glared at her, panting, desperate.
“Such an obedient cock,” she praised, stroking his balls as he jerked, “You deserve a reward.”
Trembling, she rose over him, fitted his flesh to her throbbing core, and sank down, taking him to the hilt, just in time as Jack exploded with a roar, his hands coming down to grab her hips and jerk her down even further, grinding against her as he filled her, his release triggering her own. She shattered with pleasure that went on and on before collapsing against his chest.
“You…you’re…” Jack couldn’t find the words as he tried to catch his breath.
Molly kissed his jaw, lingering to nibble.
“If you’re really good,” she whispered, “next time I’ll swallow every drop.”
Jack growled and grabbed her, and suddenly Molly found herself on her back.
“My turn,” he said.
Molly smiled and twined her arms around his neck, looping her legs around his waist to draw his still-hard cock even deeper.
“Do your worst.”
IT WAS ODD TO wake up wrapped around a warm female form and not immediately start thinking of ways to escape. Jack tensed for a moment, then remembered his promise to spend the day with Molly and relaxed. She grumbled sleepily and snuggled closer, and Jack held her close and stroked her hair as he watched the sunrise.
They’d worn each other out all night, and Jack was surprised to find that he really wanted nothing more than to lie here tangled up in Molly and doze in the morning light. When he woke again a few hours later, she was propped up on his torso, watching him sleep, tracing little patterns into his chest with light fingers.
“Morning,” he murmured, “You okay?”
“I feel fantastic,” she said, and slid her thigh up between his to rub his morning erection, “and so do you.”
“I was going to say let’s get some breakfast,” said Jack, tugging her up until her thighs were settled on either side of him.
“Breakfast can wait,” she said breathlessly, as he filled her in a slow, hot thrust.
Hunger finally dragged them out of bed, and after a leisurely shower and a stop by Molly’s bungalow for clean clothes, they headed up toward the resort. She looked surprised when he took her hand, but didn’t comment, and Jack was grateful. After the night they’d spent together, he felt a persistent need to touch her.
Over breakfast, Jack regaled Molly with the legends of the Luveku Ika, and she shared stories of her more rambunctious students and the world of gossipy middle school politics. It was easy and fun and Jack couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so much. And later, Molly dragged him down to the beach to frolic in the waves. There was a sandbar a couple of hundred feet off shore, and they swam out. Alone out in the ocean, Molly looked around in wonder.
“I couldn’t dream up a place like this,” she said.
“There are a lot of places to explore in the world,” said Jack, “We have to broaden your horizons.”
Molly sighed wistfully.
“This is about as broad as my horizons are going to get for a few years. We can’t all be bestselling anthropologists. After this, I turn back into a pumpkin and spend the rest of the summer working on lesson plans.”
Jack frowned. He wanted her to have everything, to see the world. He wanted to watch her eyes widen in wonder at all the things he could show her. But women didn’t plan extensive vacations with casual flings. And he didn’t have time to play tour guide.
Did he?
“We’ll just have to broaden your horizons right here,” he said gruffly, and pulled her in for a salty kiss.
She was warm and tasted of sunscreen and the ocean, and happily wrapped her legs around his waist as he explored her mouth. Jack felt her tense as he tugged on the back tie of her bikini, and she wrenched her mouth away.
“Jack, we’re out in the open!”
“Nobody can see us,” he assured her, nodding at the distant shore.
He kneaded her breasts in his hands and she abruptly surrendered, arching into his palms, letting him touch her as he would.
“That’s it,” he murmured, plumping the succulent mounds and pressing kisses along the inner curves, “Such sweet tits.”
Molly writhed against him as he pleased her and himself, and when he suggested she take out his cock, she nearly did damage wrenching his swim trunks down far enough to reach it. She was hotter than the water, and their buoyancy let him leisurely move her on his shaft as he tortured her nipples with his mouth. Molly came, clutching his shoulders, her wet skin gleaming in the sun as her pussy spasmed around him.
He’d never seen anything more beautiful, he thought as he followed her over.
Swimming and sun and ocean sex took their toll, and the pair settled down for a nap in one of the wide hammocks out by the resort pool, followed by dinner at the pier.
That night, Jack held Molly tightly as they swayed together to the soft strains of island music performed by a discreet band inside the restaurant. Jack nuzzled her hair and felt his heart clench – it was becoming impossible to delude himself into thinking that he wasn’t falling for her, and fast. He walked her back to her bungalow.
“I’m not sure I should come in,” he said, kicking himself even as he braced for her outrage, but she only stared up at him, her expression blank.
“If that’s what you want,” she murmured, “I asked for a day, and that’s what you gave me. I can’t really force you to give me anything more.”
Jack nodded and turned to go, but it only took three steps for the anger to hit.
I want her to want more.
He whirled back. She was in the process of putting her key card into the lock, but it fluttered to the wooden boards of the dock as he pressed her against the door.
“Ask me for more,” he ordered.
“What?” she asked, breathless, but she didn’t struggle in his grip.
Jack nudged her legs apart with his knee and hiked her skirt up to her waist. A quick yank on her little panties and she was bare to him. She gasped, but it turned into a moan as he traced her cleft and then slid two fingers down and inside her.
