Feel the Heat: A Contemporary Romance Anthology (22 page)

“I’ll go slip on my travel clothes.” She glanced down at his oversized T-shirt. She’d worn it all day yesterday, which hadn’t been a problem since they hadn’t left the room. Her luggage still hadn’t arrived. “I wish I had a pair of shorts. Oh well, I can just roll the linen pants up at the ankle.”

“I’ll grab us both a couple of sweatshirts,” he added. “It’s bound to be chilly out there.”

Going their separate ways, they met in the living room after only a few minutes. Rob had put on a pair of khaki shorts and Meg took a second to admire his trim, tanned legs. Raising his eyebrows to let her know he was aware of her wayward glance, he handed her a big sweatshirt and a baseball cap, before donning his own with a grin. “To keep the rain out of our eyes.”

Walking to the beach, Meg pulled off her sandals, delighted by the feeling of wet sand between her toes. Rob clasped her hand, tugging her forward. She was thrilled he was with her as she took in her first up-close look at the ocean.

“It’s amazing,” she said, as the first wave crashed around her bare ankles. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen the ocean. My family spent nearly every summer, vacationing at the beach.”

“We didn’t have a lot of time or money for vacations,” she explained. “This is so cool.” She bent down and scooped up a handful of ocean water, splashing Rob.

“Now you’ve done it.” Bending over, he returned the splash, his large hands able to throw twice the water, twice as far.

Squealing, she took off running and kicking up water as he gave chase. His large hands reached out to pick her up in the midst of her retreat. She screamed with amusement as he proceeded to walk out into the water, threatening to throw her in.

“Don’t you dare!”

“What will you give me if I don’t?”

“I’ll buy you an ice cream cone.”

Rob laughed at her bribe before considering it seriously. “A chocolate one?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Not vanilla. I cannot stand vanilla.”

“No vanilla then.” She felt somewhat relieved when he pulled her closer and walked out of the waves that were crashing around his strong thighs.

“Come on.” He grabbed her hand again. “Let’s get some lunch. I know a little place that makes corn dogs to die for.”

“What?” she exclaimed. “Corn dogs over caviar? Are you feeling well?”

“Very funny. And I’m not forgetting that you owe me an ice cream either.”

The tiny diner was nearly empty when they arrived, even though it was lunch hour. No doubt the weather had encouraged most folks to eat in the hotel restaurants rather than dash through the streets in a downpour. Grabbing a booth near the back, they ordered a veritable feast of junk food, while Meg apologized profusely to the waitress for the puddles of water forming on the floor beneath them.

At the end of their meal, Meg ordered Rob a triple scoop ice cream cone—all chocolate—and helped him devour it.

When the waitress returned with the bill, Meg snatched it out of Rob’s hands.

“Meg,” Rob started, but she merely held up her hand.

“I don’t break a promise,” she said. “I owe you an ice cream.”

“But not a whole lunch. Why don’t we split the bill?”

“Nope, this one is on me. I’m not destitute, Rob. Besides, I feel bad taking advantage of your company’s generosity. I’m used to paying my own way, so let me do it.”

“Fine. Have it your way. Thanks for lunch.”

She smiled at his concession as the waitress returned to take her money.

“What’s next?”

“Wanna go to the movies?” he asked. “There’s a theater at the end of the block. It’s probably just about time for the matinee to start showing.”

“That sounds like fun. I wonder what’s playing.”

“Unfortunately, this weekend it’s bound to be a romantic comedy.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I’m a horror man myself.”

“Eww. All that blood and guts stuff gives me nightmares. Give me a good old fashioned love story any day.”

“Well, come on, Margaret, odds are good that the theater will be catering to your tastes this weekend in honor of Summer Fling.”

T
hree hours later
, Rob and Meg returned to the hotel arguing about the plot of the movie. “That kind of stuff never happens,” Rob insisted.

“Bullshit. Of course it does.”

“Meg,” Rob continued. “There is no such thing as love at first sight.”

“I believe there is.”

“What you think is love is actually lust.”

“What?”

“Lust at first sight makes more sense. Two people see each other and feel a mutual attraction.”

“Like us?” She nipped at his chin with a small love bite.

“Just like us.”

“And the love part comes in where?” She was intrigued by his strong feelings on the subject.

“Later. To say you love someone based on merely his or her looks is shallow. For real love to happen, you need to talk to the person, get to know them.”

“I see.” She ran her hands under his shirt to tease his hard nipples. “Just for the record, I must be as shallow as they come because I love how you look.”

“Something we have in common then because I think you’re completely hot. What do you say we indulge in a little bit more of that lust at first sight?”

* * *

R
ob gripped her ass
, rubbing 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, Rob would have pulled her across his lap and had his way with her right there. He could barely recall any of the movie, his thoughts had been so centered on the woman sitting next to him.

Now, he intended to make up for lost time.

“Meg,” he whispered into her ear, teasing the lobe with his tongue.

He rejoiced when she wrapped her arms around his waist, rasping his neck with her own tongue.

“Yes?”

Pushing her gently away, 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.

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 unhooked her pants, pushing them off her hips with a sexy sway that had Rob’s cock rising further.

With Meg 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, but it would require patience on his part.

“Take off your panties,” he said, “but leave on your bra.”

She seemed surprised he wasn’t touching her, but she obeyed his request. Kicking off her panties, she was uncertain what to do with her hands.

“Touch yourself.”

Meg frowned. “What?”

“Go sit in that chair.” He pointed to the comfortable armchair to his right. “And touch yourself. I want to watch you masturbate.”

“Rob—” She started to refuse, but Rob halted her words with a raised hand.

“Do it now,” he said firmly. “Please.”

She walked to the chair and lowered herself onto it. Spreading her legs, she waited until Rob crossed the room to sit on the couch opposite her. Without hesitation, she drew her hand down to her pussy. Rob 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 fingers, then two, disappeared inside. Rob heard her panting breaths. His watching was turning her on.

Slowly, he stood, taking off his own bothersome shorts. Grasping his erection in his hand, he began to stroke himself, mimicking the rhythm of her fingers. She moaned softly and he sensed she was getting close to her climax. Originally, he had planned for them to watch each other to the end, but the idea of not feeling the 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 wrists and pulling them away.

She cried out her frustration, fighting to reclaim her hands.

“Get down on the floor.” He pulled her from the chair. “On your hands and knees.”

“Yes.” Turning, she presented him with a stellar view of her all-too-luscious bottom.

He lowered himself to his knees behind her. Grabbing the condom he’d thrown on the coffee table, he sheathed himself with one hand, his other on the top of her back, pushing gently.

“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 obviously 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 cried. “Move. Faster. Harder.”

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. Pulling completely out of her, despite her angry cries, he replaced his cock with his hand, gathering up her body’s 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 promised retribution for last night, you little tease.” His words were light. She relaxed and again, he was amazed by her trust in him.

Continuing to lubricate her, he slowly worked his finger in and out, rejoicing when she began to push back against it.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “God, Rob. I need you so badly.”

Once again, he lost the battle against her willing body and lovely demands. Unable to resist, he thrust into her pussy roughly and she countered 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 in the wet warmth of her pussy, fucking her with both. He felt the moment her orgasm claimed her as she clamped down hard on his throbbing cock. 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.

Pulling out of her body, he dragged her limp form over to him, cuddling her in the crook of his arm.

“Wow,” she whispered.

A grin tugged at his lips at her words. “Wow.”

* * *

I
t 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. Meg was sleeping blissfully in his bed. After they’d roused on the floor, they had ordered room service and fed each other dinner in bed, taking turns using various body parts as utensils and plates. No matter how many times or how many ways he had her, he constantly wanted more. Now he found himself jealous of her clear conscience as his own peaceful rest managed to elude him.

“Good evening, sir.”

Glancing up, he was surprised to find Pierre. Pierre had worked for him since Rob graduated from Harvard Business School. Over the years, their relationship had evolved from employer and employee to one almost resembling a friendship.

“Pierre.” Rob gestured for the man to join him. “It’s good to see you again.” Pierre had served as his right hand man for a decade, traveling all over the world with Rob. However, when Pierre announced his desire to go into semi-retirement after a minor heart attack, Rob suggested he manage this resort on Eden Isle. Of all the places they visited, the small island was always Pierre’s favorite stop. The resort practically ran itself and—apart from the Timothy ordeal—the job didn’t cause Pierre undue stress

“I knew you’d visit when you had time,” Pierre said.

“Has Meg’s luggage arrived yet?” She was worried about losing all her pretty new things.

“Not yet,” Pierre answered. “I called the airport as you requested. Once I mentioned your concern about the matter, the head concierge was consulted. I was assured it would be located. I’d be surprised if it didn’t arrive first thing in the morning.”

“And her rental car?”

“It’s been towed back to the airport.” Pierre was used to taking care of things for Rob, whose days were filled with numerous meetings and events.

“Good,” Rob replied. “Thank you.”

“The weather is clearing. The forecast is calling for a 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 Rob 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 he doing with her.

Usually, Rob took great pleasure in leaving Pierre dangling, but tonight he 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?”

“She’s a special education teacher from Virginia.” Rob wasn’t sure why he was sharing anything at all about Meg. He could tell Pierre to mind his own business and the man would take no offense.

“An admirable profession.”

“She still doesn’t know who I am.”

“I see.”

“At the time, it seemed like a harmless enough lie, but now—”

“I see.” Although Pierre repeated the words softly, Rob knew his friend 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 that you seem to be quite taken with this special education teacher, 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.”