Chapter 5
Chapter Five
T he sound of a light knock at the door interrupted their kiss as soon as it started.
“That’ll be dinner,” he said softly. “Why don’t you grab a quick shower while I set it up?”
“Okay,” she agreed. “I can’t wait to get out of these wet clothes.”
Her words seemed to have a powerful effect on him as he pulled her back to him letting her feel that effect for herself.
“Tease,” he whispered, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
Laughing, she pushed him away. “Food—now. I’m starving. I won’t be a minute. Promise.”
Twenty minutes later, Meg walked back out into the living room area of the suite feeling like a new woman. The steaming hot shower had relaxed every stiff, cold muscle in her body. Rob’s clothing hung loosely on her hourglass frame and made her actually feel tiny for once in her life. Although she wasn’t what anyone would call fat, she was pencil-thin either. Her grandma used to tell her she was a healthy girl with meat on her bones and she should thank the good Lord that she wasn’t one of those emaciated looking women that television seemed to consider beautiful. Meg had long ago gotten used to the fact that she was never going to wear single-digit sized clothing. There was a long line of DD women in her family and she would simply have to accept that she was no Ally McBeal.
“Well,” Rob’s pleasant voice said upon spying her, “don’t you look cute.”
“Ugh,” Meg groaned. “Cute is for puppies and babies.”
Rob laughed before ruffling his hand through her freshly combed curls. “Sorry Meg, but fact is you look very cute right now.”
Meg blushed at his friendly gesture, even as she smacked his hand away. “I just fixed that,” she chastised him. “The only time I can get a comb through these damn curls is when they’re wet.”
“I love your curls.” Rob wrapped one around his finger as if to prove it. “Part of what makes you so cute.”
“Oh, you’re a regular comedian,” she replied with half-hearted sarcasm.
Grinning, Rob gestured toward the table by the big windows. Outside the rain was still falling, although it seemed to be weakening in intensity. Of course, that was probably just wishful thinking on her part.
“Still hungry?” he asked.
“Ravenous.” She looked at the huge array of food. “My God, you’ve ordered enough for an army.”
“Yes,” Rob said, “I figured you’d need a little help keeping those sweatpants up. Tiny as you are.”
“Ha ha,” she laughed. “If I eat all this, I’ll never fit into the new clothes in my suitcase I starved myself for months to buy.”
Rob’s smile turned to a scowl at her words. “I hope you’re joking about that. You’re perfect the way you are.”
Meg dismissed his compliment with a wave of her hand. “Oh right, I’m a veritable goddess,” she teased. “Actually, I think I missed my time. Clearly this figure was meant for the Renaissance, not the twenty-first century. What is that?” She gestured to a small bowl on the table.
Rob didn’t seem to be fooled by her attempt to change the subject, but, thankfully, he decided to let it drop. Meg was uncomfortable talking about her looks.
Looking toward where she was pointing, Rob smiled. “That is Beluga caviar.”
Meg wrinkled her nose. “Fish eggs?”
“Have you ever tried it?” Rob smiled at her childish expression.
“No, they don’t usually serve that in the school cafeteria.”
“Well, then you shouldn’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” Rob said. “It really is exquisite.”
“I don’t suppose you’d let me take your word for it?”
“Absolutely not.” Rob picked up a cracker and placing a healthy sized dollop on top. “This is my favorite treat. Here,” he added, presenting the cracker to her. Meg started to reach for it, but Rob shook his head, placing it at her lips, determined to feed it to her. “Open up.”
Meg opened her mouth accepting the cracker. Chewing slowly, she decided the taste wasn’t as bad as she might have expected.
“Well?” Rob awaited her response.
“It’s pretty good,” she finally admitted. “Although I don’t think it’s going to knock KC Masterpiece potato chips off the list as my favorite snack.”
Rob laughed. “At $150 an ounce, you are probably wise to stick with the chips.”
“How much?”
Rob was taken aback by her obvious dismay. “$150 an ounce.”
“How much did I just eat?” Meg asked, genuinely upset.
“An ounce?” Rob was still confused by her response.
Slapping a hand across her mouth, Meg shook her head.
“Are you okay?” Rob asked, apparently thinking she was going to be sick.
“I can’t believe you let me eat $150 worth of caviar. You should have warned me,” she chastised him. “I would have chewed longer. Hell, I wouldn’t have eaten so much. My God! Do you know what you can do with $150?”
Rob tried to stifle the laughter welling up inside of him at her words, but he could see she was deadly serious. Finally, the laughter won out. “Chewed longer?” he gasped when he could speak again.
Meg rose from the table, her arms akimbo and her eyes narrowed. “And you,” she said pointing a finger at him. “You should be ashamed of yourself. Your company is nice enough to give you a free place to stay and to pay for all your meals and you take advantage of that. If I were your boss, I’d take that $150 out of your unappreciative hide.”
Shaking his head at her impassioned words, Rob stopped laughing and considered her point of view. From her perspective, he certainly did look like a greedy employee. For a brief moment, he considered confessing his true identity, but then he wondered if that would make any difference to Meg Williams. For his entire life, Rob Madison had lived a lifestyle most people could only dream about. He was born to an affluent family and during his adulthood, he’d worked hard to increase his own personal wealth. He’d earned his own first million by the age of 21 and over the past decade, he continued to climb the ladder of success.
No doubt his upbringing and standard of living had blinded him to the travails of the middle class people who worked hard to chisel out an existence. He felt humbled by this tiny special ed. teacher’s words. For him, eating hundreds of dollars worth of caviar in a single sitting meant nothing, but to Meg, such extravagance seemed greedy and wasteful.
“I’m sorry to upset you, Meg. I thought you knew how expensive good Beluga caviar was. I should have warned you of the cost and let you make the decision.” Rob was amazed to hear himself apologizing. Rob Madison was not a man to apologize for his actions and certainly not for something as innocuous as offering a woman caviar.
“God,” Meg closed her eyes. “I must sound like the biggest prude on earth. Look at me, yelling at you for feeding me. Sorry,” she added with a sheepish grin. “Just so you know, I’m this big a pain in the butt to all of my friends. I’m way too out-spoken and opinionated.”
Rob’s heart skipped a beat as she referred to a friendship with him. For the first time in perhaps his entire life, he was making a friend based on his own personality and not by how much money he had in the bank. Meg treated him as she would any new acquaintance and he found that feeling unique. He was sick to death of having women throw themselves at him merely because they desired the power of his name and the bottom line on his paycheck. He’d grown up in a world surrounded by the rich and famous and, aside from his employees, he couldn’t remember ever meeting and befriending a real person.
“Don’t worry about it, Meg. What do you say we dig in?”
Smiling, Meg agreed and the two talked and ate until nearly dawn. Meg told him about her students and her family and Rob told her about some of his own traveling misadventures, making her laugh until tears streamed down her cheeks.
Underlying their entire conversation was Rob’s intense sexual desire for her, but strangely he felt no rush to get her into bed. He was enjoying getting to know her as a person and he sensed this time together was going a long way toward setting her own mind at ease. He didn’t doubt Meg truly wasn’t the type to hop into a stranger’s bed.
Rising to glance out of the window at the rain still falling, he said, “I’m afraid this foul weather is going to upset some of the festivities today.”
“Oh,” Meg joined him at the window. “That’s right. There’s supposed to be a parade of some sort, isn’t there?”
“Yes,” Rob answered. “There is a big parade down the center of Main Street, lots of bands and heart shaped floats. Bit ridiculous really. Venus and Cupid ride in on the last float and officially declare Lover’s Lane open.”
“Lover’s Lane?”
“Actually, it’s the marketplace in the city center. All the merchants hawk their romantic wares.”
“Dare I ask what is considered romantic wares?”
“Oh,” Rob replied, turning slightly to watch Meg’s face. He was becoming exceedingly fond of her easy blushes and he knew his next words were sure to serve as a trigger. “You know, aphrodisiacs, lingerie, leather, sex toys. That kind of thing.”
Sure enough, her cheeks flushed as she choked on her cup of coffee. “You’re kidding?”
“No,” he replied. “Don’t worry, Meg,” pretending to mistake her uneasiness, enjoying how easy she was to tease. “As soon as the weather clears, I’ll take you. I wouldn’t let you miss it. I’m already thinking about all the things I want to buy you there.”
“You are?” Rob couldn’t miss her quick intake of breath. Turning to her, he reached out and pulled her closer to him.
“Uh huh.” Finally he released the reins on his building need, taking her lips in a kiss utterly different from the one that preceded it. He wanted Meg with a passion that bordered on painful and the thought of buying her sexy clothing, body lotions, and toys sent his cock into full alert. Suddenly unwilling to wait another minute for her, he reached down and pulled his oversized t-shirt over her head, pleasantly surprised to discover she hadn’t put her bra back on after her shower.
“Rob,” she whispered, attempting to cover herself, shocked by the suddenness of his motion.
“No.” He pulled her hands down and away. “Let me look at you. You are so beautiful.”
Matching his words with actions, he bent down and took one of her rose colored nipples in his mouth, relishing the sound of her delicious moan and the feeling of her hands tangling in his hair. She was so unlike the women he usually bedded. Women accustomed to power and money who cared only for their own pleasure. Of course, to be fair, he tended to treat sex the same way—merely a cold, emotionless merger, a way of having mutual needs met. He knew sex with Meg would be different. He could feel it in the way her hands lovingly caressed his back as if she wanted his pleasure as much as she wanted her own.
Nipping at her delicious breast with his teeth, his free hand plucked at her other nipple, loving the sound of her rapid breathing and excited whimpers. Her hands tugging on his hair caused him to raise his head to look into her deep blue eyes, heavy-lidded with desire.
“Rob.” He could see her body trembling with need. “It’s been too long. Please,” she pleaded, “I need you—now.”
Smiling, Rob rose above her. “All you had to do was ask, Meg.” He bent forward and picked her up easily.
Shock crossed her face and Rob was sure no one had ever whisked her off to the bedroom in such a fashion. He joined her as she laughed with delight.
“Now I really do feel like Scarlett O’Hara.”
“Ah,” Rob joined her jest. “Frankly, my dear, I’m about to have my wicked way with you!”
With that, he tossed her lightly into the middle of her bed before crawling up and over her on all fours, like a hungry lion stalking his prey.
Her laughter quickly turned to whimpers as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing, licking, and biting his way back down to her breasts to continue his earlier torments. Straddling her hips, he bit back his own groan as she pushed herself against the painful erection smothering in his trousers. Cool air on his chest alerted him to the fact his lovely southern belle had not been idle while he enjoyed her bounteous flesh. Her small hands slipped beneath his shirt as she pushed it off his shoulders. Her quick intake of breath and wide eyes proved she liked what she saw and Rob was suddenly glad for the time he spent working out in the gym every day.
Pulling his shirt off, Rob untied the drawstring holding his ridiculously large sweatpants up on her tiny waist. Not one to waste time, Meg began to tackle the buttons of his pants.
“Hurry,” she hissed and Rob fought hard not to laugh at her impatience. Never one to dawdle with the deed, he found himself purposely trying to prolong the act. He had every intention of making love to Meg all night and he was in no rush to see this end. His little teacher, however, had a different lesson plan.
Stripping her pants off, he rose to shuck off his own. He started to return to the bed, but Meg stopped him with an outstretched hand.
“Wait.” She sat up in order to see him better. Rob didn’t have a modest bone in his body, but her close scrutiny left him flushing a bit himself.
“My God,” she finally said. “You’re incredible. I mean, holy mother. You’re like Arnold Swartzenegger, Harrison Ford, and that new James Bond guy all rolled into one.”
“What, no Rhett Butler?” He was flattered beyond belief at her praise. Reaching over to her, he pulled her toward the end of the bed. He didn’t give her an opportunity to respond as he took her mouth again with a heated kiss. Gripping her knees lightly, he pulled them apart until he stood between her legs as she lay across the bed. Sitting upon the raised dais, the height of the mattress was nearly perfect for his intentions, her wet opening level with his hips. The scent of her body’s juices and her excited little whimpers nearly drove him out of his mind as he had to physically restrain himself for plunging into her hot depths. So much for taking it slow.
“Rob,” she whispered when he came up for much-needed air. “Condom?” she asked, her cheeks nearly as rosy as her nipples.
“Shit.” He was amazed that he’d nearly forgotten. Reaching down, he grabbed his pants, retrieving the foil package.
“Wait,” she said when he started to put it on. “Let me.” She took the condom from his fingers. The first tentative touch of her fingers on his cock staggered him. His breath caught in his throat and he had to lean forward to hold himself upright with his hands.
“Christ,” he hissed, as he suspected she was teasing him with her firm, slow touches as she unrolled the condom. “Much more of that, Margaret, and that lousy rubber will be useless before I even get inside you.”
Laughing lightly, she finished her task, running her hands appreciatively up his chest, stopping to toy with his own brown nipples. Rising up on her elbows, she teased each one with her tongue, planting soft kisses all over his chest.
“Rob,” she said quietly, as he relished each delicate touch of her mouth. “I need you.” Looking into her lovely eyes, he saw she spoke the truth.
“I wanted to go slow. Savor the moment.”
“We have all weekend to savor the moment. Right now, I need you. Hard and fast, please.”
Shocked by her tantalizing words, he moved to her hot core. All rational thought and years of practiced patience left him as he took her at her word. He entered her in one strong thrust, stopping for only a moment to enjoy how tightly she clutched his cock in her small body and how tightly her arms held his chest to her own.
“Holy mother,” she breathed into his ear and he smiled at what was quickly becoming his favorite of her delightful expressions.
Unwilling and unable to hold back any longer, Rob gave Meg exactly what she asked for as he moved in and out her body. Hard and fast. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if his movements weren’t almost brutal, but Meg’s cries of desire and her fingernails digging into his muscular back urged him on. Never, never had he wanted a woman like he wanted this little special ed. teacher. Rob had slept with movie stars, powerful business women, hell, even a princess. Yet somehow, this tiny woman stirred things inside him he never realized had lain dormant until she awoke them. On and on, he pounded inside her, vaguely registering as she climaxed twice, her pussy muscles clenching him like a vise, her screams of ecstasy driving him on—he was the horse, her voice the whip. When he sensed she was approaching the cliff again, he prepared to jump with her. As their combined orgasms swept through them, only one thought permeated Rob’s mindless bliss. One weekend would never be enough.