“Damn.”Meg closed her eyes. “I must sound like the biggest prude on earth. Look at me,yelling at you for feeding me. I’m sorry. Just so you know, I’m this big a painin the butt to all of my friends. I’m way too outspoken and opinionated.”
Rob’sheart skipped a beat as she referred to a friendship with him. For the firsttime in his entire life, he was making a friend based on his own personalityand not by how much money he had in the bank. Meg treated him as she would anynew acquaintance and he found that feeling unique. He was sick to death ofhaving women throw themselves at him merely because they desired the power ofhis name and the bottom line on his paycheck.
“Don’tworry about it, Meg. What do you say we dig in?” He gestured at the fooddesperate to get them back on solid ground. She kept him constantly on histoes.
Smiling,she agreed and they talked and ate until nearly dawn. Meg told him about herstudents and her family and he told her about some of his own travelingmisadventures, making her laugh until tears streamed down her cheeks.
Robrose to glance out at the rain. “I’m afraid this foul weather is going to upsetsome of the weekend festivities.”
“Oh,that’s right. There’s supposed to be a parade of some sort, isn’t there?”
“Yes,”he answered. “There’s a big parade down the center of Main Street, lots of bands and heartshaped floats. Bit ridiculous really. Venus and Cupid ride in on the last floatand officially declare Lover’s Lane open.”
“Lover’s Lane?”
“Actually,it’s the marketplace in the city center. All the merchants hawk their romanticwares.”
“ShouldI even ask what’s considered romantic wares?”
“Oh,you know. Aphrodisiacs, lingerie, leather, sex toys. That kind of thing.”
“You’rekidding?”
“Nope. Don’t worry though, Meg. As soon asthe weather clears, I’ll take you. I wouldn’t let you miss it. I’m alreadythinking about all the things I want to buy you there.”
“Youare?”
Robcouldn’t miss her quick intake of breath. Turning to her, he reached out andpulled her closer to him.
“Uh huh.” He released the reins on hisbuilding need, taking her lips in a kiss utterly different from the ones thatpreceded it. He wanted Meg with a passion that bordered on painful and thethought of buying her sexy clothing, body lotions and toys sent his cock intofull alert. Unwilling to wait another minute for her, he reached down andpulled his oversized t-shirt over her head, pleased to discover she hadn’t puther bra back on after her shower. “You are sobeautiful.”
Matchinghis words with actions, he bent down and took one of her rose colored nipplesin his mouth, relishing the sound of her delicious moan and the feeling of herhands tangling in his hair. She was so unlike the women he usually bedded.Women accustomed to power and money who cared only fortheir own pleasure. To be fair, he tended to treat sex the same way—merely acold, emotionless merger, a way of having mutual needs met. Sex with Meg wasdifferent. He could feel it in the way her hands lovingly caressed his back asif she wanted his pleasure as much as she wanted her own.
Nippingat her delicious breast with his teeth, his free hand plucked at her othernipple, loving the sound of her rapid breathing and excited whimpers. Her handstugging on his hair caused him to raise his head to look into her deep blueeyes, heavy-lidded with desire.
“Bedroom—now,”she murmured against his lips.
Robpulled away, smiling at her demand. “Thank God.”
Chapter Six
Megawoke to the sound of light rain pattering on the window as two thoughtscrossed her mind simultaneously. One—she had no idea where she was and two—shewasn’t alone. Glancing to her side, she was greeted by the sight of an enormousmuscular back and the sound of soft snoring. The image of light scratches onthat gorgeous backside brought back everything—her hellish day of travel, thecar accident, drinking at the bar, caviar and Rob as he came into her bodyruining her for all other men for the rest of her life.
Squintingher eyes shut, she tried to feel remorse, regret, anythingslightly resembling guilt, but nothing came. Nothing but the desire to poke theback next to her until the man rolled over and ruined her some more.
Apparentlyin tune to her thoughts, Rob turned toward her with a grin on his face.Smiling—with his hair tousled and his eyes still heavy from sleep—he lookedyears younger than the man she’d seen emerge from that limousine last night.
“Goodmorning, gorgeous.” He rose up on one elbow and kissed her lightly.
“Iwas afraid it was all a dream.”
Heran his fingers through her unruly curls. “You are so precious.”
Megnarrowed her eyes. “You know, precious is worse than cute.”
Roblaughed. “Still raining. I guess the parade will haveto be postponed. What would you say to breakfast in bed?”
“I’dsay you’d better make that a late lunch.” Gesturing at the clock, she wasamazed by the fact she’d actually slept in until three-thirty. At home, she wasan early riser. “It seems like my days and nights got messed up somewhere.”
“Well,that’s probably my fault.” He sat up. “Kept you up too late.”
“Mmmm. You sure did.”
“Youkeep looking at me like that and you won’t ever get out of this bed.”
“Well,it is stillraining.” She crooked her finger at him. “Not like we could go to the parade orswimming or anything.”
“Iwould hate to waste a perfectly lovely day like this sightseeing and such.”Leaning down, he took her lips with a kiss that betrayed the unquenchabledesire they seemed to share. Coming over her, his mouth moved across her cheekto her ear. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
Shewas flooded with relief as his words confirmed he felt the same way she did. “There’s still plenty of me here, but Rob—hurry.”
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Severalhours later, Meg stretched out on the comfy couch in the living room and lookedat 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’dordered an early dinner of thick, juicy steaks, baked potatoes and asparagus.For dessert, they’d
