Playing Hooky (Teach Me Tonight) (4 page)

Geeky
forbidden fruit.

“You’re
a menace, you know that?” Jack growled, but instead of stomping off as any sane
person would have, he sat down on the edge of her chaise, plucked the tube of
sunscreen from her fingers and unceremoniously squirted a large dollop in the
middle of her back.

Molly
screeched as the cool lotion sent a chill down her spine, but then Jack was
tossing the tube away and she went rigid as his big, slightly rough hands
pushed her hair off her back and began smoothing the sunscreen into her
overheated flesh.

“What…what
are you doing?” she asked inanely, but it was hard to think with fireworks
going off under her skin.

“Just
keeping you from taking advantage of the unsuspecting beach staff. Relax, I’m
not going to bite.”

How
could she relax when she was nearly naked and Jack was running his hands from
her shoulders to the small of her back in tantalizing sweeps that filled her
with unwelcome heat? Then he pressed his thumbs into either side of her spine,
and Molly couldn’t help it. She melted like warm taffy, a soft moan escaping
her lips as he massaged his way along her back.

“Like
that, do you?” he muttered.

Odious
man,
Molly
thought without rancor,
God, his hands…

His
thumbs rubbed firm circles into her lower back as he gripped her waist, and it
felt incredible. She gripped the edges of the chaise as arousal tightened her
nipples and her pussy throbbed. Relaxation morphed into desire, whether her
brain cooperated or not.

“Such
a tiny waist,” Jack breathed out, sounding irritated.

Molly
was almost relieved when his hands moved north again, but had to bite her lip
to stifle a gasp as she felt the back tie of her bikini give way.

Dangerous.

Was
there even a point to pretending that this wasn’t the most erotic moment of her
life? She was putty in his hands, and could only hold onto the chaise while
Jack stroked and petted with slick fingers, letting his big hands brush the
sides of her breasts and dip lightly under the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

Molly
should pull away.

She
should tell him to stop.

She
should roll over and let him rub all the aching spots he missed.

Without
her permission, a decidedly heated groan spilled from her throat.

TOUCHING
HER WAS A mistake,
Jack thought as her breathy little groan wrapped itself around his rigid cock
and tugged. At least she was lying on her stomach so she couldn’t see how she
affected him, but it didn’t matter, because now he knew how fucking soft and
warm her skin was under his hands, and how responsive she was to every little
touch. Smooth, resilient flesh, with toned muscle under satin skin. His mouth
watered for a taste – a kiss just there in the small of her back, a lick between
her delicate shoulder blades, and he was dying to drag his lips along the
waistband of that tiny swimsuit clearly designed with the sole purpose of
driving sane men to insanity. He closed his eyes for a moment to dispel the
image of dipping down to take a little nip out of one of the luscious cheeks of
her perfect, curvy little ass.

Touching
her was a
serious
fucking mistake.

The
swim had been a good idea, clearing his mind out in the blue waters of the
South Pacific, but all of his troubles came rushing back at the first glimpse
of Miss Molly Callahan playing the role of siren as she rubbed sunscreen into
her practically naked little body, all delicately strength and soft flesh. Her
breasts were a perfect, full handful, and her skin was so smooth his mouth actually
watered. That incredible body was on display for any fucker that walked by.

No
one has a right to be this hot,
he thought resentfully, watching Molly
shudder as he traced a sunscreen-slicked finger from the nape of her neck to
the base of her spine, just above the sweet cleft hidden by a scrap of hot
pink.

Why
doesn’t she stop me? Somebody really ought to.

Molly
whimpered as his hands glided up again to brush the sides of her breasts, pressed
into the chaise, meltingly soft where they swelled against the pads of his
fingers. It would be so easy to slide under to find the hard little points of
her nipples. She was so sensitive, he wanted to make her come like that, from
his hands on her tits and a seductive growl in her ear.

Another
minute and he was going to forget that he didn’t like her, that they were out
in the open, that any minute one of her
hot cabana boys
would be back. Jack
swore under his breath.
Cabana boys.
This was all their fault anyway. He
couldn’t stand the idea of one of them sitting here with a shit-eating grin,
rubbing sunscreen into Molly’s back, copping a feel all the way down. The
thought of any of those meathead pricks laying their clumsy fingers on her skin,
making her sigh and moan in pleasure, had possessiveness and jealousy searing
through him in a dark wave, making him dizzy. Jack was so appalled, he lurched
back, breaking contact.

I
have to get out of here.

“Jack?”

 The
arousal in her voice had his cock jerking hard, but he quickly turned his back,
grabbing a nearby towel to conceal the erection tenting his swim trunks. He
hurried away, but not before catching one last glimpse of Molly pushing up on
one elbow, her face flushed, confusion and heat in her eyes, skin glistening
with sunscreen, and her free arm holding the loose pink band of material over
those mouthwatering tits.

Son
of a bitch.

EATING
ALONE WAS NO more fun in paradise than it was back in her apartment, Molly
discovered. Usually she avoided it by meeting up with friends or stopping by
one of her siblings’ houses for a bite to eat a few times a week, but neither
of those were an option at the moment. She looked around the little open-air
restaurant out on the pier, trying to enjoy her almost solitary meal.

The
honeymooners had finished eating and were wrapped around each other on the
dance floor, oblivious to the world. There was no sight of the birdwatcher, who
apparently was an early-to-bed, early-to-rise kind of guy, and she hadn’t seen
Jack since he’d stormed off earlier.

What
a mess
, she
thought.

It
didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand what had happened, but Molly had
been surprised by the horror on his face as he’d stumbled away from her. Clearly,
Jack Roman was attracted to her, and just as clearly, he’d rather chew off his
own arm than admit it. His arousal on the yacht yesterday had been more than
just a knee-jerk male reaction to being pressed to welcoming female flesh. It
was bad enough trying to fight an attraction by herself, but Molly felt an
unwilling twinge of sympathy – he was in the same boat. Acting on it would make
things even more complicated than they already were.

And
yes, her pride was a little stung. Just a little.

Would
it be so terrible? It had felt
so
good.

But
Molly couldn’t help wondering if Jack’s attitude problem was normal, or if it
was the result of the same kind of sexual frustration she’d been living with
since she met him. Bree adored him and thought of him as her stalwart older
brother, kind and chivalrous and perfect. Molly wasn’t naïve enough to think that
Jack was celibate, however.

We
can’t all be goody-two-shoes schoolteachers.

Molly
sighed, feeling relaxed and loose from the long day in the sun, though her mind
was whirling with questions. She wandered back toward her room, looking out at
the ocean and the stars, which were just starting to appear against the dark
night sky. The other bungalows were dark, except for the one at the far end.

Jack’s,
she thought.

Feeling
unaccountably vulnerable and alone in the world, Molly leaned against the
railing of the walkway, the long skirts of her strapless sundress tangling around
her ankles. It was getting cool and she’d forgotten her sweater. She shivered.

“Hey,
Molly,” he said.

Molly
spun around, her breath catching as she spotted Jack strolling toward her,
sleeves rolled up, hands in his pockets.

“I
didn’t see you at dinner,” she replied weakly.

“I
was working on my book proposal. I’ll get something later.”

For
the first time, he wasn’t scowling, and seemed almost contrite as he stepped up
to the railing to join her.

“I’m
sorry about everything,” he said, to her surprise, “Bree tells me I can be a
real asshole. All the time.”

“Oh.”

“And
I didn’t expect you to be here,” he continued.

Now’s
the time to be either really brave or really stupid, Callahan.

“And
it bothers you that you want to sleep with me,” she blurted out.

We’re
going with really stupid. Nice.

Jack
froze, and Molly held her breath, wishing it were light enough to see his
expression.

“And
it bothers me that I want to sleep with you,” he agreed softly.

His
fingers came up to tug a lock of hair away from her face and she nearly moaned
as they brushed her cheek before moving to cup her jaw. Molly couldn’t think as
his head lowered, but everything in her went liquid as she felt his lips trace
hers, the barest hint of sensation, and the heat of his breath.

“Are
you going to let me?” he murmured.

Molly
had no time to formulate an answer because his mouth came down on hers and then
he was drawing her close and her body melted against him. Long, drugging, wet
kisses addled her brain as he learned the shape of her with delicious,
deliberate hands. She tugged her mouth away to taste his jaw and the strong
column of his throat, as she’d been dying to, and he gasped, his hands gripping
her hips to rub her against the magnificent bulge of his cock.

Oh
my.

“Tell
me no, Molly,” Jack ordered hoarsely, “Tell me no or take me inside before I
fuck you right here against this railing.”

Tell
him no?

Molly
ignored him, unbuttoning his shirt, her mouth exploring his collarbone, drunk
on his taste as she sampled the impressive muscles of his chest. They stumbled
backward toward her front door.  A few frantic moments with the key card and
then they were inside. Molly had his shirt off and was fumbling with the
waistband of his shorts when Jack wrested control back, catching her wrists and
pinning them over her head against the closed door. Trapped, Molly arched toward
him.

“Slow
down,” he muttered.

“I
don’t want to slow down,” she insisted, heat rolling through her body, her
pussy swollen and already wet for him.

She
felt a little out of control, and wanted to do all the wicked things she’d
dreamt about, that she’d been too bashful to try with anyone else. Molly wanted
to nibble her way down his body and taste his cock until he begged. She wanted
him to take her in every position she could think of, and then come up with a
few more. She wanted him to fill her so thoroughly that she’d never be able to
consider another man.

No.
This is temporary, Molly.

“Just
for tonight,” she managed as Jack trailed kisses down her throat, “When we get home,
this never happened,”

Still
holding her wrists, Jack flipped on a nearby lamp, flooding the bungalow in
soft light. Molly blushed as he considered her, eyes smoldering with desire,
but he only nodded and reached for the stretchy neckline of her dress, tugging
it down to bare her breasts as she gasped.

“PINK,”
HE MURMURED IN satisfaction, cupping one of her perfect tits and stroking a
thumb over the velvety peak that tightened instantly under his touch.

He
was done fighting it. A frustrating afternoon of doubt and self-recrimination
made him realize that he had two options – either leave the island and return
when he was sure not to run into her, or let this crazy attraction burn itself
out. They would probably both regret it later, but Jack’s body was shouting
screw
it
at the top of its lungs, and how was a man supposed to concentrate with
that kind of distraction?

She
wanted him. He knew it. He wanted her, and he knew that too. Neither
realization made him happy, but the moment he saw her strolling by his bungalow
in her colorful, strapless dress, her creamy shoulders bare and her hair
streaming around her, he knew he was done.

Now
he had her pinned to the door of her room, half-naked and desperate for his
touch. He pinched her nipple lightly and savored her excited gasp. He was hard
and throbbing, but he wanted this to last.

“If
any of my science teachers had looked like you, I may have set some kind of
masturbation record.”

She
laughed, but it became a moan as Jack lowered his head to stroke her nipple
with his tongue, blowing softly on the tight, wet flesh, and then nibbling
around it with teasing lips and gentle teeth.