Deep Desires (3 page)

He opened her sex lips and pressed a finger into her slick heat, pushing all the way up inside her drenched pussy to stoke the fire inside her. As the rough pad of his thumb found her clit, a shiver wracked her body. Liquid heat rushed to the juncture between her legs. She grew dizzy at the scent of arousal in the air. He pressed another finger inside her and stroked her G-spot, instinctively knowing just how to touch her.

When a foreign noise crawled out of his throat, she sensed he was fighting down the primal beast inside him—a beast itching to plunge into her and stake its claim.

Her body convulsed as need consumed her and her liquid heat lubricated his hand. She felt wild, almost out of control, as he sank his fingers inside her.

Her heart beat in a mad rush as his feral, earthy scent closed around her, toying with her already overstimulated libido and playing havoc with her heightened senses. His burning mouth roamed her flesh as though he couldn’t quite get enough. His heat branded each spot he touched on her body. The intensity between them was almost frightening to her.

He plunged deeper, stirring her desire. She moaned at the rippling approach of her orgasm. Erotic sensations traveled onward and upward through her body as his magical fingers drove in and out of her pussy, drawing out her orgasm. Fire licked over her thighs and before long the flames threatened to overtake her.

“Please…” she begged him.

He pushed deep, stroking her, filling her with fiery need until an explosion of color erupted before her eyes.

His deep growl sounded labored as his thumb applied the perfect amount of pressure to her clit. He sank another thick finger into her slick core, and the sensation turned her inside out.

Her body started shuddering as she came apart in his arms. He continued to feast on her, searing her clit with his tongue. Her sweet juices flowed into his waiting mouth. She gave herself over to her orgasm and bucked forward as his fingers and tongue took delight in her powerful release. Her nails dug into his shoulders when she tore at his flesh, but he didn’t appear to mind the pain. In fact, the low guttural sounds rumbling in his throat seemed to indicate otherwise. She took deep, gulping breaths as her muscles tightened and clenched with each rippling wave of ecstasy.

After her tremors subsided, he climbed to his feet, never allowing his body to break contact with hers. She flicked her tongue over his lips, reveling in the taste of her own cream.

Restless to feel his cock in her mouth, to suck, lick and pleasure him in return, she shifted her stance and said boldly, “I want to taste you.” Her voice wavered with husky desire.

Her Tarzan gripped her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. His eager fingers ripped his pants wide open, letting his huge cock fall into her hands. She inhaled his scent, then blew out a slow, unsteady breath.

Lauren moaned in delight and bent forward to draw him into her mouth. She worked her tongue over his substantial thickness and then widened her mouth to accommodate his girth, but there was no way she could take him all in. Her fingers slipped between his legs and cupped his balls. She squeezed them gently. He snarled. The savage sounds welling up inside him gained her attention and raised her passion to new heights.

She turned her focus back to his throbbing cock, sliding it in and out of her hungry mouth. She felt his balls tighten against his body and sensed he was struggling to hang on.

With a feathery light touch, she brushed her fingers over his balls, reaching past them to caress the skin between his sac and ass. Her fingers played around his puckered opening and his soft growl told her how much he liked it. Slowly, seductively, she eased her fingertip inside his sensitive cleft, urging him on.

As though that was all he could take, he whispered roughly, “Enough.” His voice was raspy, strangled and unrecognizable. He gripped her hair and hauled her off him. She felt his untamed passion and his urgent, feral need to leave his mark, to claim her.

His breathing turned ragged. A fierceness overtook him. She felt it reverberate through her body. She listened to the rustling sound of him sheathing himself, then he backed her up against a tree and gripped one of her thighs, lifting her leg around him until it hugged his hip. The position opened her pussy to him. She pushed against him, offering him her body.

Groaning, he plunged into her heat. His mouth crashed down on hers, swallowing her erotic gasp. His rough, velvet tongue darted into her mouth. Pleasure forked through her. The feel of his cock jabbing her pussy aroused all her senses and reached so deep inside her she thought she would die of pleasure.

Her pussy muscles gripped him and drew him in deeper. He pumped harder and faster until his balls slapped against her backside. He cradled her ass cheeks and pulled them open.

One finger snaked around back and breached her cleft. He gave a low growl of satisfaction when she squeezed and wiggled his finger in deeper. His cock pounded inside her while the width of his finger pushed open the tight walls of her ass. She tensed, then relaxed as his thick cock caressed her oversensitized G-spot, coaxing her next orgasm. She’d never felt anything so goddamn incredible. Her whole body moistened as she gave herself over to the sensations pulling at her. Her sex muscles clenched and vibrated as another rippling climax tore through her. She coiled her arms around his neck to hang on as she rode out every wonderful ripple of release, nurturing it and riding it out for as long as she could.

As her sex squeezed him, he threw his head back, gave a loud Tarzan shout and erupted high inside her. His whole body shuddered with his powerful release.

Lauren squeezed her pussy muscles harder, holding him inside her, milking his climax, wanting to sustain the erotic, magical connection between them. At that moment she feared that she might never have such earth-shattering, untamed, fantasy sex again.

* * *

P
anting loudly
and trying desperately to catch his breath, Ryan held Lauren tightly against him. He took pleasure in the warmth and intimacy between them as he eased his cock out of her tight pussy.

As Lauren’s hands raced over his naked body, Ryan thought about the way his body had reacted primally to her, even though it wasn’t normally in his nature to do so. He’d never unleashed himself on another woman like he’d unleashed himself on her.

Single-minded determination to sink into her heat, to join them as one, had urged him on. Christ, he didn’t have to pretend to be an animal, but the second he felt her hot body next to his he’d become an animal. He winced and berated himself for his behavior. Delirious with pleasure and lost in the haze of lust, he had succumbed to baser instincts and he’d ravaged her like a feral beast in heat.

A soft moan from Lauren drew his focus and pulled him back toward her. Ryan pulled her tighter, brushing gentle lips over her cheek as he tried to shake the buzz from his head.

He couldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed fucking her, and knew she’d enjoyed it too by her heated responses, but something in his gut kept gnawing at him. Sure, she wanted the Tarzan fantasy, but deep inside he suspected she deserved much more than a wild man mauling her.

“Hey,” she murmured. He flinched at the touch of her soft, gentle hands on his face, wondering if she’d felt the scars beneath his eyes. He’d removed his glasses earlier, not wanting to wear anything recognizable, and had made sure to pitch his voice low when speaking to her. Her hands brushed over his lips and his jaw then outlined the shape of his face. “I want to see you,” she whispered into his mouth.

Goddammit, he wanted to see her, too. He wanted to see her face, her eyes and her body. He wanted to see her cheeks flush when she came for him. He wanted to open her soft folds and look at her gorgeous pussy. He wanted to watch her clit swell beneath his tongue. He wanted to rain gentle kisses over her flesh, every delicious inch of it, treating her the way a woman should be treated, instead of going at her like some fucking rutting animal.

He wanted a lot of things.

All things he knew he could never have anymore. He couldn’t gamble with more than he was willing to risk. And he wasn’t willing to risk her rejecting him because he was damaged goods.

She inched up on her toes. Her tongue made a slow pass over his bottom lip, tasting him. “Why don’t we go back—”

Ryan pressed a finger to her lips and inched back. “Shh,” he whispered, then gripped her hands and put them at her sides. Remembering he still had her ball cap on he took it off and put it on her head.

She pushed it into his chest. “No, I want you to have it,” she said with emotion thickening her voice. For some inexplicable reason, that small gesture touched him deeply. Perhaps it was because she’d told him how much the cap meant to her and she was willing to part with it, for him. Leaving him with a souvenir, something to keep the memories of their wild night together alive.

Needing to hold her a moment longer, Ryan dropped a soft kiss onto her mouth, greedily drawing her tongue in while he relished the sweet taste of her. As he captured her mouth in a kiss full of sensual promises, his hands raced over her body, trying to memorize every luscious curve, keeping it in the back of his mind to draw on later when he closed his eyes. Her soft, sexy moan triggered a ready reaction from his cock, but he quickly banked his desires.

Knowing dawn would soon be upon them, Ryan broke their heated embrace and searched the ground for their clothes. After they dressed, he guided her to the mouth of the path and turned her toward her cabana.

“Will I see you again?” she whispered. Her sultry voice bombarded him with a dozen sexual fantasies he ached to fulfill. Her hand connected with his face, and he felt a sudden flash of possessiveness. His whole body shook. Truthfully, he hadn’t anticipated how deeply her intimate touch, or their sexy encounter, would affect him.

He hesitated for a moment, knowing he was unable to give her any more or pretend they had a future together. Stepping back from her, he said, “Only when you close your eyes.”

L
auren took a quick shower
, pulled on a new pair of walking shorts along with a lacy white tank top and hastily made her way to the ocean-view restaurant. She knew she was already fifteen minutes late to meet the girls for breakfast.

Although she’d gotten only a few hours sleep after her sexy encounter with Ryan, she’d never felt more alive or more invigorated in her entire life.

She rushed into the restaurant and spotted Abby sitting by herself at the outdoor patio, engrossed in one of her sexy romance novels. A smile turned up Lauren’s lips. Last night she’d felt like one of those heroines—a bold, sexually empowered woman who went after what she wanted.

Lauren crossed the wide expanse of floor to meet her friend. Trying for casual, yet feeling anything but, she smoothed her long curls and said, “Good morning. How’s the book?”

“Great,” Abby said, her face flushed. “I picked it up in the resort gift shop this morning.”

Lauren glanced around. “Where’s Danielle?”

“She called to say she can’t make it. She’s still off with her man, but she wants to meet us for a late lunch tomorrow.” Abby narrowed her eyes, causing Lauren to squirm under her friend’s scrutinizing gaze. “Forget about Danielle, I want to know what’s going on with you,” Abby announced.

Lauren offered Abby an innocent look, knowing after last night she was anything but. Wild and untamed, yes.

Innocent, never.

“What?” Lauren asked, studying her menu.

Abby took a sip of coffee. “Don’t ‘what’ me. Look at you.”

Lauren glanced at Abby’s pretty sundress and then glanced down at her own casual attire. “What, not appropriate for breakfast?”

Abby waved her finger at her. “You’re glowing, Lauren, and I’ve seen you glow before, but never like this.”

With a grin, Lauren dropped her menu and leaned in, deciding to entrust Abby with her secret. “That’s because I’ve never had wild fantasy sex with my very own Tarzan before.”

Abby’s blue eyes widened. “Ohmigod, you’re kidding me!”

Lauren shook her head. “If I didn’t have the love bruises to prove it, I wouldn’t have believed the experience myself. Trust me, it was so wild and perfect that for a while there, I was pretty sure it was all just an erotic dream.”

Abby angled her head, glancing around the busy dining room. “Who is this Tarzan guy?”

“He never told me his name,” she said truthfully. “Heck, I never even saw his face,” she added to mess with her friend’s mind. All she knew was that under the cover of darkness, her fantasy man appreciated
her
and pleasured
her
without having to ogle her body.

Abby’s smile collapsed. She straightened in her chair and fixed Lauren with a look that clearly indicated her disbelief. “You have no idea who the guy was?”

“I have an idea, of course, but I haven’t confirmed it one hundred percent yet,” she said, smoothing her friend’s ruffled feathers. “You see, last night I couldn’t sleep so I went for a walk. Next thing I knew, I found myself in the jungle having wild animal sex.”

Abby paled. “Are you insane?”

Lauren went to work on fixing her coffee, like having monkey sex with strangers was something she did every day. “I might very well be.”

Concern grew in Abby’s eyes. “Lauren—”

She knew it was reckless of her, but she believed Ryan was out to pleasure her, not harm her. She knew it the second he wrapped his arms around her.

“Relax, Abby. It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m pretty sure I know who ravished me,” she assured her friend. She couldn’t have explained why he wanted to keep his identity a secret. She just understood that he did.

“You don’t know what kind of crazies could roam the jungle at night. You could have been killed.”

“Well, it sure felt like I’d died and gone to heaven.” She gave her friend a wink and added, “A few times.” With Abby still watching her in concern, she said, “You heard Mr. Malik. His jungle is safe, and security is only a call away.”

“So this guy gave you the best sex of your life and he didn’t even tell you his name.”

Lauren shrugged. “For some reason he wanted to keep his identity a secret.” She stirred sugar into her coffee and took a small sip. Her gaze surfed over the patrons dining nearby, and she wondered whether her fantasy man was in the restaurant. As she thought about Ryan, she wondered what else he hid behind those glasses. Maybe it was time to get to know him better, to explore his animal magnetism. “I think I need to do a bit of investigative research.”

“You’re the business manager of the decorating boutique, not a journalist. Remember what happened the last time you did a bit of investigative research.”

Okay, so she ended up getting kicked off the school newspaper. Surely her skills had improved since then.

Turning serious, Abby asked, “Are you going to see him again?”

She let out a long sigh and remembered Ryan’s parting words. “Only when I close my eyes.”

Abby gave her a perplexed frown, then said, “I still think you’re crazy.”

She closed her hand over Abby’s. “It wasn’t like that. It was wild, yet safe, and he was carnal and protective. You had to be there to understand.”

Averting her gaze, Abby looked out over the ocean, drifting into her own thoughts. When she brought her attention back around to Lauren, her eyes were alive with curiosity. In a low voice she said, “I can’t imagine ever doing anything like that, Lauren.”

Despite what she said, her friend seemed to have a glimmer of interest in her eyes. Lauren glanced at the sexy couple posing on Abby’s romance novel. “Why not? Wouldn’t you like to experience deep passion like the heroine in your novel?”

Abby shrugged and held up her book. “Men like this don’t really exist.” She tucked her book away in her beach bag and grabbed the menu. “I’m starving. Let’s eat.”

Lauren wasn’t deterred. “Tell me, Abby. Does Artie do it for you in bed?”

She hesitated before admitting, “Well, he can be a bit repressed.” In his defense, she added, “But he’s no different than any other man I’ve ever been with.”

Lauren flashed a grin. “Well he’s a lot different than the man I was just with.” After a pause she softened her voice and added, “Don’t you want your nights filled with passion, Abby?”

“Men like that don’t exist, Lauren.”

Lauren glanced around the restaurant a second time. “Sure they do. Let me find one for you. Before you go back home and settle into your marriage with Artie, and have two point four kids—not that I think there is anything wrong with it if that’s what you want—why don’t you let the magic of this island take hold, live a little and have a wild affair.”

Lauren glimpsed the fire in Abby’s eyes before she blinked it away. “I don’t know, Lauren.”

So she was interested…

Lauren gestured with a nod. “Come on, Abby, look at that guy over there.”

Lauren watched Abby scan the room. Her gazed settled on Cody Lannon, the hot guy they’d met at dinner. Tall with mussed light hair like he’d just crawled out of bed, and contrasting dark eyes, the guy was as sexy as hell. There was something about him that reminded Lauren of a caged animal.

“How about Cody?” Lauren asked, testing her friend. “He looks like he could get the job done.”

Abby scoffed. “Not only is he distant and cool, he represses his emotions, Lauren. He’s no different from any other guy I’ve ever met. Face it, wild, passionate men exist only in fiction.”

“You’re wrong, Abby. Think about it. What happens when a caged animal is let free? It goes wild. Maybe, through your erotic touch, you’re just the girl to help him unearth those buried emotions. Then you’ll see that wild, passionate men exist in real life, too.” Abby arched one manicured brow. “You think?”

Lauren watched Abby’s responses. “Just think. Not only would you get what you want, but you’d be helping him in the process.”

Abby laughed. “Yeah, I’m a regular philanthropist, Lauren.”

“Wouldn’t you want that guy to strip you naked and run his tongue all over your body?” Abby’s eyes glimmered with dark sensuality. A ruddy hue colored her cheeks. Gone was her hesitation. In its place was intrigue. Her telltale actions urged Lauren on. “Wouldn’t you want him to unleash all that pent-up energy on you, until you climaxed all over him?”

“More than anything,” Abby whispered under her breath.

“Then you might need a couple of these.” Lauren grabbed a handful of condoms from her purse and dropped them into Abby’s beach bag.

As moisture gathered between Lauren’s thighs, her whole body quaked in remembrance of her Tarzan’s erotic touch. With heat coloring her skin from head to toe, a shudder overtook her. She clamped her legs together, having momentarily forgotten where she was. “Wouldn’t you want some guy to talk dirty to you, telling you all the delicious things he’s going to do to your body? Close your eyes, Abby, and let your imagination run wild.”

Lauren let her own eyes drift shut, and a low moan of longing crawled out of her throat. She gripped the table and began gently tossing her head from side to side. “Hot, passionate, fuck-you-up-against-a-tree sex. Oh, yeah. Now, that’s what every girl needs, at least once.”

* * *

W
hat the fuck
was she doing?

With her back to him, Ryan couldn’t see her face, but he could hear her, and what he was hearing was giving him a goddamn boner. Lauren was making sexy bedroom noises, like she was reenacting last night’s encounter with him.

Fuck, he knew he shouldn’t have followed her into the restaurant. Not only was her nearness making him breathless, her scent was obliterating any control he had left.

After his morning massage, he’d planned to head back to his cabana to sleep the day away, but the second he glimpsed the silhouette of Lauren rushing into the restaurant ahead of him, his plan had changed. He followed her inside, made his way to the outdoor patio and chose a table in the corner, where he’d hoped to go unnoticed. When he caught the scent of her provocative aroma and her bold, sexy words reached his ears, he damn near erupted on the spot. As her scent called out to him, his lust clawed to the surface, urging him to get up, gather her into his arms and answer that call. All night long.

Ryan worked to tamp down his lust, but his dick betrayed him, refusing to cooperate. The woman oozed a sensuality that stimulated his body as well as his mind, and he wanted her like he’d never wanted another.

So much for going unnoticed. Any second now the table was about to levitate from his hard-on, and that was really going to raise all kinds of unwanted attention.

Christ, he ached to taste her, smell her and run his tongue over her sweet pussy again until she creamed in his mouth. He wanted to feel her hot little body writhe beneath him as he drove his cock in and out of her tight slit. He wanted her to call out his name. He wanted her to want him.

Ryan, the man.

Not Ryan, the Tarzan man.

That last thought caught him completely off guard.

His nostrils flared. His fingers fisted. A low groan of frustration welled up in his throat. Okay, he needed to get the fuck out of there and gain control over his body before he acted on his urges. Otherwise, he was going to haul her off to the nearest corner and fuck her. And a girl like Lauren deserved more than a quick fuck.

To give his cock a moment to retreat before he made his exit, he took a second and let his mind drift, thinking about the woman he’d ravished in the woods. Why would a woman as sweet and gorgeous as Lauren be here on this island looking for a man to fulfill her fantasy?

Had no man ever satisfied her before, or looked below the surface to see what she really wanted? From last night’s encounter alone, he knew she was warm and compassionate, passionate and daring, adventurous and uninhibited.

Surely she wanted, even expected, more from a man?

As her voice seeped under his skin, it suddenly occurred to him that he wanted to be that man. He wanted to be the guy to peel away the layers and get to know the real Lauren. After the intimacies they’d shared the night before something in his gut told him she just might be different from his ex—someone who wouldn’t see him as damaged goods and bolt the first chance she got.

Just then Malik stepped up to his table, pulling him back to the present. “Did you find what you were looking for last night, Ryan?”

If he was talking about a crazy night with an amazing woman, then the answer was yes. Ryan shifted, notably uncomfortable, wondering whether Malik knew what he’d been up to. He certainly wouldn’t want to put Lauren in an awkward situation.

Before he had a chance to answer, Malik said, “I take it you managed to get into your cabana.”

Relieved, Ryan said, “Yeah, I got a new key card from security.”

After a long pause, Malik said, “It’s nice to finally see you out during daylight hours. Perhaps you’ve decided to join us on the sailing excursion?”

No matter how many times he asked, Ryan’s answer would always be the same. “I think I’ll pass. I have better things to do.” Plans that involved a hammock and memories of the previous evening.

“That’s unfortunate, Ryan. I thought the other guests would benefit from your knowledge of the jungle and learn from your tracking skills during their exploration of Pearl Island. I’m sure you could teach them many things.”