“Careful, teach.” As they reached the door to the penthouse, he surprised her by leaning down to kiss her. She could taste the wine they’d shared on the boat on his tongue as it swept into her mouth, enticing her to play. She ran her fingers through his dark hair as his hands traveled around her waist, rubbing lightly, seductively over her back.
Only with Rob had she ever felt so carefree and happy. She’d spent her entire life working. In high school she’d held down a part-time job to help with the bills while studying non-stop to earn good enough grades to get a scholarship. Unable to afford the cost of living on campus, she’d spent her college years driving the forty-five minutes home every night to care for her dying grandmother and then her ailing mother.
This time with Rob in a tropical paradise was healing parts of her she didn’t know were injured. She laughed and joked with ease. The Meg she was at home would never have consented to spend a weekend with a virtual stranger. Hell, her at-home persona wouldn’t have agreed to share the room platonically. She’d lived a lifetime in this single weekend and it saddened her to think about her return to the real world.
Rob noticed her quiet pensiveness. “Hey, why the long face?”
“I was just thinking about leaving tomorrow. Rob, if I don’t remember to say it, the past three days have been the best of my life. I will never forget everything you’ve done to make them so special.”
“We still have tonight and tomorrow morning, Meg. Let’s not waste that time worrying about the end.”
No doubt, Rob was used to short-term relationships, but her heart was aching at the thought of never seeing him again. Shaking off her unwanted concerns, she beat down practical Meg and brought out the new version, the Meg who lived for the moment.
Rob unlocked the door. She started to walk in, but he stopped her, tugging at her elbow. “Before we go in, I should warn you that I intend to fuck you senseless.”
She laughed, despite the effect his words were having on her body. Every moment in his presence only strengthened her desire for him. No sooner did he leave her body, then she literally had to stop herself from begging him to come back in.
Reaching up, she placed her palm on his cheek, his five o’clock shadow tickling her fingers. “Thank God.” She stood on tiptoe to place her own devastating kiss on his lips.
They continued kissing as they stepped into the room. Rob shut and locked the door. Turning, he leaned her against the door, lifting her legs.
“Wrap them around my waist.” His voice took on a commanding tone and Meg’s passion ignited. She pulled him closer, her fingernails digging into his bare shoulders. His lips left hers burning a path across her face, nipping lightly at her ear, before drifting down her neck. His teeth and tongue devoured everything they touched. She loved these moments, right before he took her, when she sensed he wanted her every bit as much as she desired him.
He gathered her hands in his one of his own, pulling them above her head, holding her still for his assault. It was clear he meant to direct their passion again. With his free hand, he pulled her bathing suit to one side. Meg sensed he would rip it off if he could. His fingers plunged roughly into her wet pussy and she reveled in his lack of finesse. Rob was always so in control, but she preferred this wild man to the suave Rob she’d grown accustomed to.
“Please,” she whimpered as his fingers tormented her. Two fingers became three and Meg couldn’t stop the climax attacking her with devastating speed. She cried out as the orgasm ripped through her and her cries broke what little control Rob had. She gasped as he pushed into her. Over and over, he came into her—hard and fast. The banging of her back on the door only vaguely made its way to her ears as she reveled in the feelings he was producing in her body.
“More.”
His cock took on a life of its own pounding inside her as she clenched around him, demanding he fill her, stay with her, never leave her. The strength of her orgasm shocked her to the core, considering the first had been powerful. Then he joined her, both of them shouting together.
She was so happy she couldn’t conceive of him not feeling the same way, which was why his first word left her so perplexed.
“Fuck.”
Opening her eyes, she saw him looking at her, not angry, but chagrined.
“Rob?”
“Are you on the pill?”
At his question, she understood why he was so upset. In their frantic rush to fuck each other, they’d forgotten the condom. Her stomach dropped to her feet as all the blood left her face.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
“They make me nauseous,” she added pitifully. “Oh, Rob, I’m so sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” His tone one she couldn’t quite understand.
“I’m sure it will be all right.” Despite her calm words, she knew it wouldn’t be. After all, she’d been conceived during her mother’s one night of youthful indiscretion.
“I’m glad you’re so sure.”