Feel the Heat: A Contemporary Romance Anthology (21 page)

One weekend would never be enough.

M
eg woke
to the sound of a light rain pattering on the window as two thoughts crossed her mind simultaneously. One—she had no idea where she was, and two—she wasn’t alone. Glancing to her side, she was greeted by the sight of an enormous muscular back and the sound of soft snoring. The image of light scratches on that gorgeous body reminded her of everything—her hellish day of travel, the car accident, drinking at the bar, caviar, and Rob as he came into her, ruining her for other men for the rest of her life.

Yeah. It was cliché, but damn if it wasn’t true.

Squinting her eyes shut, she tried to feel remorse, regret, anything slightly resembling guilt, but nothing came. Nothing but the desire to poke that back next to her until the man rolled over and ruined her some more.

God. She really wasn’t this kind of woman. Never the type to follow a virtual stranger to his hotel room and indulge in wild monkey sex. Clearly, she’d been a fool her entire life.

Rob turned toward her slowly with an appealing, sleepy grin. Smiling as he was, with his hair tousled and his eyes still heavy, he looked years younger than the man she’d seen emerge from the limousine last night.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” He rose up on one elbow and kissed her lightly.

“I was afraid it was all a dream.”

So much for sophistication and playing it cool.

He ran his fingers through her unruly curls. “You are so precious.”

“Precious is worse than cute.” Unfortunately, her words merely prompted Rob to laugh again.

“Still raining.” He glanced over shoulder as he spoke. “Guess the parade will be postponed. What would you say to breakfast in bed?”

“I would say you better make that a late lunch.” Gesturing at the clock, she was amazed by the fact she’d actually slept in until three thirty. At home, she was an early riser. “It seems like my days and nights got messed up somewhere.”

“Well, that’s probably my fault.” Rob sat up. “Kept you up too late.”

“Mmmm. You sure did.”

“You keep looking at me like that and you won’t ever get out of this bed.”

“Well, it is still raining.” She crooked her finger at him. “It’s not like we could go to the parade or swimming or anything. I would hate to waste a perfectly lovely day like this sightseeing and such.”

Leaning down, Rob took her lips with a kiss that betrayed the unquenchable desire they shared. He moved his mouth across her cheek to her ear. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Meg was flooded with relief as his words confirmed he felt the same way as she.

“There’s still plenty of me here, but Rob, hurry.”

* * *

S
everal hours later
, Meg stretched out on the comfy couch in the living room and looked at Rob on the other end. The day had been one of the most perfect of her life. After a long, hot, entirely satisfying bout of afternoon delight, they ordered an early dinner of thick, juicy steaks, baked potatoes, and asparagus. For dessert, they polished off a bottle of champagne as Rob fed her strawberries while they soaked in the Jacuzzi in his bedroom. Then they spent the last two hours simply touching and talking.

He was sitting with her feet in his lap, lightly massaging them. She wiggled her toes, marveling that her feet seemed to be an erogenous zone. She never knew that, but she felt as if she could have an orgasm merely from Rob’s gentle caress. She smiled, wondering how he would react if she did.

“That’s a smile fit for the Cheshire Cat. Penny for your thoughts.”

Meg sighed contentedly. “I could get used to this.”

“Foot massages?”

“Among other things.”

The look on his face proved he was aware of where her thoughts were lingering. “Want to elaborate?”

“I’ve been pampered, petted, massaged, and fed. I feel a bit like a princess. Thank you, Rob. I can’t begin to put into words how wonderful today was.”

“We never even left the suite.”

She laughed and stretched her arms above her head. “I don’t care if we ever leave.”

* * *

R
ob felt
a rush of relief at her words. Today had quite possibly been one of the best of his life. If she had offered a penny for his thoughts, she would probably be shocked by the unusual turn they’d taken. As they sat here, he realized he could see himself doing this every night for the rest of his life. Meg was an easy companion—her sense of humor infectious, her views of life interesting, her attitude optimistic, despite the fact she’d suffered quite a bit of loss in her young life.

He had never been the type to believe in love at first sight, but if anyone could convince him it existed, it was Meg.

One of the things he enjoyed the most was her openness as well as her unique perspective of life. They’d left no stone unturned, whether it be religion, politics, literature, or even which was the greatest sitcom of all time. He insisted it was
Seinfeld
, while she cast her vote for
Big Bang Theory
.

He recalled her comments about her upbringing and family, amazed she could talk about her childhood with such fond recollection. Her family hadn’t had, as she said, “two pennies to rub together”, yet that didn’t seem to matter to her. He wished he could have met the two women who had raised such a strong, self-assured young woman.

For the first time in his life, he actually found himself feeling envious of someone else. If someone had asked him yesterday, he would have said he was the luckiest man on earth.

Now, as he saw the world through Meg’s eyes, he wondered how much of his life he’d squandered in the quest for money and power. Meg worked day after day with students who dealt with mental and physical handicaps. Every day of their lives was a challenge and it was obvious Meg admired their efforts to succeed in a world where the odds were so clearly stacked against them. She made a pittance for her efforts but didn’t complain.

In her mind, the fact she’d been born healthy and raised in a loving home was so much more than many others had and for that she was sincerely grateful. Rob tried to remember the last time he felt gratitude for the blessings of his life.

He looked down at her as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She’d missed an entire night’s sleep and yet she insisted on staying with him. Overwhelmed with the desire to take care of her, he rose, bending over to pick her up.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you to bed.”

“Ooh, it’s about time too.”

Rob was amazed to see her come fully to life. “You must be exhausted. Why don’t you call it a night?”

“Without you?” Her face was a mixture of disappointment and confusion.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Plenty of time to sleep when I’m dead,” she joked. “You and I only have two more days. I want to make them count.”

His heart lurched as she mentioned the end of their time together. Dismissing it, Rob grinned as she squirmed to be released. He savored the feeling of her body as it slid down his before jerking at the realization she hadn’t stopped sliding until she knelt before him.

“Meg.” He reached beneath her arms to pull her back up.

Shaking him off, she undid the buttons on his jeans.

He’d intended to tuck her in bed for the night, allowing her to rest. Now she was turning the tables on him. Rob shuddered as she pulled his cock free from the constricting denim.

“Meg, you don’t have to—” His words caught in his throat as her tongue darted out to tease the small opening at the head of his cock.

“I want to.” All thought of stopping her fled his mind as she gave him the blowjob of a lifetime.

Gripping him tightly in her fist, she tormented him with her lips, teeth and tongue. Each time he managed to settle his racing thoughts to her pattern, she changed the game. One minute she would run her tongue up and down as if he were a lollipop and she a child. Next, she would turn into a tiger, engulfing his length, nearly swallowing him whole as her teeth teased his sensitive flesh.

Each time she altered her motion, he reeled in the wake of her devastating touches. He gripped her hair tightly and at her sudden hiss, he realized he was hurting her. He started to release her when she shook her head, his cock still buried in her mouth.

He pulled her hair again and she groaned. She enjoyed his rough play. The notion caused his cock to grow even harder, a fact that wasn’t lost on his little minx as she changed the rules of the game yet again.

Using her free hand, she cupped his balls lightly before exploring even farther. The feeling of her finger breeching the entrance to his anus nearly shoved him over the edge. Tugging her hair became an unconscious action as all his thoughts were centered on the extreme pleasure-pain her hands and mouth evoked in his body.

“Damn.”

Her finger, only one knuckle deep, began to wiggle in the tight hole. “You’re going to pay for this.” His teeth were clenched as his orgasm pulsed from the root to the tip of his cock. He took control of her mouth, gripping the sides of her face as he began fucking her mouth in earnest. His climax was so overpowering, he fought to remain standing as his tormentor swallowed down every drop, licking him clean as she gradually released him.

“Holy mother.” He fell to his knees in front of her. Pleased with his response, she wrapped her arms around his neck in an embrace that couldn’t be called anything other than a hug. She tilted his world on its axis and then attempted to comfort him as she would a lost child.

Pulling back, he looked into her bright eyes, full of something foreign to him.

Regardless, he knew in an instant what it was.

Love.

She looked at him with eyes full of love. No doubt her actions were her way of showing him something she couldn’t say aloud. Meg was too practical, too caring. She wouldn’t burden him with an emotion she didn’t think he wanted. He’d suggested a weekend away from the pressures of the real world, a time out of time and she was giving it to him. Just as she had given him her trust, her body, and her friendship.

And he had given her nothing but lies. The thought of allowing this relationship to continue built upon a deception had seemed small enough at the beginning, yet now it threatened to choke him. What would she say when she learned who he really was? Would she still look at him with such caring or would she turn her back in anger? And coward that he was, Rob pushed his confession away, unwilling to take the risk of seeing the love in her eyes fade away.

* * *

M
idmorning Saturday was
as dreary as Friday. Meg cursed the weather.

“Damn.”

She was unaware of Rob’s presence until she felt his arms encase her from behind.

“Still no sunshine. Honestly, teach, I’ve never known it rain like this here.”

“Just my luck,” she sighed. “I really wanted to go to the ocean today.”

“We could go for a walk along the beach in the rain.”

Meg turned in his arms, kissing him softly. “Really? I’d love to. Are you sure you don’t mind? We’re bound to get soaked.”

“We’d get soaked swimming in the ocean if it was sunny, so I don’t really see much difference.”