Playing Hooky (Teach Me Tonight) Read Online Free PDF

want to sleep with me,” she blurted out.
    We’re
going with really stupid. Nice.
    Jack
froze, and Molly held her breath, wishing it were light enough to see his
expression.
    “And
it bothers me that I want to sleep with you,” he agreed softly.
    His
fingers came up to tug a lock of hair away from her face and she nearly moaned
as they brushed her cheek before moving to cup her jaw. Molly couldn’t think as
his head lowered, but everything in her went liquid as she felt his lips trace
hers, the barest hint of sensation, and the heat of his breath.
    “Are
you going to let me?” he murmured.
    Molly
had no time to formulate an answer because his mouth came down on hers and then
he was drawing her close and her body melted against him. Long, drugging, wet
kisses addled her brain as he learned the shape of her with delicious,
deliberate hands. She tugged her mouth away to taste his jaw and the strong
column of his throat, as she’d been dying to, and he gasped, his hands gripping
her hips to rub her against the magnificent bulge of his cock.
    Oh
my.
    “Tell
me no, Molly,” Jack ordered hoarsely, “Tell me no or take me inside before I
fuck you right here against this railing.”
    Tell
him no?
    Molly
ignored him, unbuttoning his shirt, her mouth exploring his collarbone, drunk
on his taste as she sampled the impressive muscles of his chest. They stumbled
backward toward her front door.  A few frantic moments with the key card and
then they were inside. Molly had his shirt off and was fumbling with the
waistband of his shorts when Jack wrested control back, catching her wrists and
pinning them over her head against the closed door. Trapped, Molly arched toward
him.
    “Slow
down,” he muttered.
    “I
don’t want to slow down,” she insisted, heat rolling through her body, her
pussy swollen and already wet for him.
    She
felt a little out of control, and wanted to do all the wicked things she’d
dreamt about, that she’d been too bashful to try with anyone else. Molly wanted
to nibble her way down his body and taste his cock until he begged. She wanted
him to take her in every position she could think of, and then come up with a
few more. She wanted him to fill her so thoroughly that she’d never be able to
consider another man.
    No.
This is temporary, Molly.
    “Just
for tonight,” she managed as Jack trailed kisses down her throat, “When we get home,
this never happened,”
    Still
holding her wrists, Jack flipped on a nearby lamp, flooding the bungalow in
soft light. Molly blushed as he considered her, eyes smoldering with desire,
but he only nodded and reached for the stretchy neckline of her dress, tugging
it down to bare her breasts as she gasped.
     
    “PINK,”
HE MURMURED IN satisfaction, cupping one of her perfect tits and stroking a
thumb over the velvety peak that tightened instantly under his touch.
    He
was done fighting it. A frustrating afternoon of doubt and self-recrimination
made him realize that he had two options – either leave the island and return
when he was sure not to run into her, or let this crazy attraction burn itself
out. They would probably both regret it later, but Jack’s body was shouting screw
it at the top of its lungs, and how was a man supposed to concentrate with
that kind of distraction?
    She
wanted him. He knew it. He wanted her, and he knew that too. Neither
realization made him happy, but the moment he saw her strolling by his bungalow
in her colorful, strapless dress, her creamy shoulders bare and her hair
streaming around her, he knew he was done.
    Now
he had her pinned to the door of her room, half-naked and desperate for his
touch. He pinched her nipple lightly and savored her excited gasp. He was hard
and throbbing, but he wanted this to last.
    “If
any of my science teachers had looked like you, I may have set some kind of
masturbation record.”
    She
laughed, but it became a moan as Jack lowered his head to stroke her nipple
with his tongue, blowing softly on