Playing Hooky (Teach Me Tonight) (5 page)

“Mmmm…I’ll
bet you taste good everywhere,” he teased, but she was too far gone to respond
with anything other than a whimper as he drew one swollen peak into his mouth
and sucked.

So
good.

For
long moments he tasted and teased, making sure each nipple was well and truly
sampled before moving on to the other. She writhed and arched beneath him, her
little moans and desperate pleas for more like music to his ears. Finally, he
couldn’t take it anymore, and let her hands go to scoop her up and deposit her
on the bed. She reached for him, but he scooted back out of her grip, tugging
her stretchy dress down and tossing it aside.

“I
want to touch you,” she complained.

“Me
first,” Jack insisted, licking his lips at the sight of another skimpy little
swimsuit bottom, this time in black.

Molly’s
eyes went wide and she scrambled to anchor herself with fistfuls of sheet as
Jack hunkered down between her thighs, spreading them as far as they’d go. The
scent of her arousal made him dizzy and even harder, which he hadn’t thought
possible.

“Does
your pussy like being licked?” he asked, grinning as her breath hitched.

He
traced a light pattern over the damp scrap of spandex and she whimpered.

“I…I
don’t have much experience,” she admitted, in a near whisper, “My last
boyfriend didn’t…”

She
stopped, looked worried, and Jack felt an answering ache in his heart. He
didn’t want her worried or anxious. He wanted her hot and mindless and
desperate for him, just as he was for her.

“He
missed out,” he assured her, and tugged the flimsy material to the side,
looking down in satisfaction.

Bare,
pink, and wet.

Just
as he’d imagined.

Her
taste exploded on his tongue with the first lick, and Jack groaned with the
perfection of it as he lifted her ass in both hands and set out to explore each
sweet little fold and the tempting, swollen nub of her clit.

“Sing
for me, siren,” he muttered.

And
she did.

MOLLY
COULDN’T CATCH HER breath. The fantasy of being pleasured by Jack Roman was one
thing, but the reality was something so much more intense, she reeled. Her last
boyfriend wasn’t interested in performing oral sex, and the few times she’d
experienced it with previous relationships left her unimpressed.

Jack,
however, made no concessions for her lack of experience. He feasted on her
pussy like a man starved, leaving no part of her untouched, and when he pulled
back to blow gently on her throbbing clit, Molly thought she might actually
have to kill him with her bare hands.

“Please,
Jack!”

“Please
what?” he asked with a smirk, placing gentle kisses on the flesh she’d waxed
for her vacation.

“I
need…your mouth…”

“You
have my mouth, baby,” he murmured, “and the rest of me, too.”

But
he stopped teasing her and lowered his head to scrape his stubble over the
sensitive bundle of nerves. She shrieked at the sensation and Jack chuckled
before drawing her clit back into his mouth for a leisurely suck. Molly wanted
to relax and enjoy it, she really did, but this was
Jack
, and she’d wanted
him for so long, and he was
sucking her
, and she was helpless as
pleasure crashed over her in waves that had her crying out as she jerked in his
arms.

“I
could eat you all night,” Jack growled, lapping up the juices that had gathered,
with obvious relish.

Molly
could feel the tension coiling again, and she tugged on Jack’s hair with
shaking hands.

“Inside
me this time,” she ordered, and he nipped her thigh lightly before kneeling up
between her legs to undo his shorts and push them down.

Sexy
sea god
, she thought
as she greedily took in all that golden muscle and the hot light in his eyes, and
then followed the tight abs down a sweet little happy trail to his cock, thick
and long with a wide cap, rising from a neat patch of darker blond hair, a
heavy sac drawn up beneath.

Huge
and hard and mine. For now.

Molly
licked her lips and Jack groaned, “Whenever you do that I just want to bend you
over the nearest piece of furniture.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,
it’s fucking inconvenient because we’re always surrounded by your entire
family.”

“Do
you want to bend me over something right now?” Molly asked, squirming as he
kicked his shorts away and untied the little bows at her hips, leaving her
naked and spread.

“Not
this first time,” Jack said, coming down over her, but keeping his weight on
his hands, “Are you protected?”

“Always,”
she nodded, trying to tug him down, but he resisted.

“Uh-uh,”
he murmured, ducking to nip her chin, “The first time I fuck you, I want you to
watch while I slide my cock into that hot pussy.”

He
suited action to words, rubbing the fat crown through her folds a few times
with a delightfully dirty friction that made her whimper, before finding her
opening.

“Watch
it go in, Molly, an inch at a time.”

Helplessly,
she watched, clutching his shoulders, the sensation magnified by the naughty
visual. Jack’s jaw was tight and his muscles rippled as he flexed his hips
until the last inch of cock was buried inside her and she felt overfull and
perfectly stretched.

“Shit,
you’re tight,” he muttered.

Molly
tentatively squeezed her inner muscles around the throbbing intruder and he
groaned, set his knees, and started moving.

“Keep
watching,” Jack ordered, and Molly did her best to comply, though her vision
started to blur as pleasure lashed her body with every stroke of the glistening
shaft shuttling between her thighs, smooth and strong and wonderful.

Needing
more, Molly tugged his mouth down to kiss, and a moment later moaned in
pleasure as Jack let his weight come down on her, the hot strength of him
better than any fantasy, his tongue mimicking the thrust of his cock until she
thought she’d go mad. Jack fucked her like he did everything – with precision
and serious attention to detail, pushing her into orgasm again, so hard and
fast that all she could do was let it take her.

“More,”
he insisted against her throat, and started building her up again.

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.”