Deep Desires (6 page)

He felt her hands caress his face, then slip around his neck. Sexual heat flooded him as she pulled him to her. Groaning, he put his lips over hers, pillaging her with his mouth. He drank in her sweetness, yet still couldn’t quench his thirst. A deluge of passion overcame him. Every nerve in his body came alive. He deepened the kiss while his hands roamed over her skin and caressed every angle, every lush curve.

Lauren thrust her pelvis forward to indicate her needs. Her hands intertwined in his hair. “Please, I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me,” she whispered, giving a small, impatient whimper. He felt the rush of her warm breath over his cheeks.

Ryan sucked in air, hungering for her in ways that almost frightened him. He had every intention of fucking her, but first he wanted to introduce himself to her body, slowly this time, so he could savor every inch of her, and treat her the way a woman deserved to be treated.

Despite the raw desire searing his insides, and the lust settling deep in his groin, he forced himself to slow down.

“Easy, baby, easy,” he murmured.

He brushed his lips over hers, trailing kisses over her jaw, and then buried his mouth in the deep hollow of her throat, where he could taste her skin and inhale her feminine aroma.

The heat of her body scorched him, flooding his senses with need. He stroked her neck and could feel the elevated thud of her pulse. She moved against him, and her sexy moan echoed in the dark cave, closing around them. Needing to have her completely naked, Ryan gripped her shirt and pulled it off. He touched her skin and was pleased to discover that she wore no bra.

His mouth trailed lower until he reached her full, delicious breasts. With intimate possession, he circled her nipples with his tongue. She tasted so goddamn sweet, it was all he could not to ravish her and fuck her senseless.

He spent a long time savoring her breasts, treating each to a luxurious tongue bath until she moaned in delight.

“That’s so good,” she murmured breathlessly, as though lost in the sensations. His fingers began a slow journey up her thighs, coming perilously close to her sex. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. It called out to him in ways that made him mad with pleasure.

He slipped a finger inside the leg of her shorts, feeling the dampness of her panties. A jolt of lust ripped through him and nearly shut down his brain when she bucked against him. He loved how wet and wild he made her.

She writhed, undulating against his hand, her aroused scent saturating the cave. He listened to her shaky breath.

Tightness settled in his chest. “What do you want, baby?” he asked. “Just tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want your finger inside me. Please…”

Ryan tugged aside her panties and gently brushed the pad of his thumb over her swollen, passion-drenched clit.
Oh fuck…

“Is this what you want?” he whispered roughly. When he breached her opening, she began trembling from head to toe. God, he loved how responsive she was.

She wiggled her lush backside, and the sudden need to plunge into her, to claim her, overcame him.

“More,” she begged shamelessly. Lust and impatience colored her voice, making it barely recognizable as she whimpered for release. He could almost feel the heat whipping through her blood. “I need more. I need it harder and deeper.”

He inched back and listened to the hiss of her zipper as he removed first her shorts and then her panties. He gripped her legs and spread them wide open. He climbed between her thighs and idly stroked her sex with the pad of his thumb. She was so hot when she opened up for him like that.

As he took in the outline of the woman lying beneath him, everything in him ached for her, and he knew no matter how many times they made love, it would never be enough to satisfy him. His cock pushed against his zipper, clamoring for attention, reminding him that he was still completely overdressed.

His voice dropped to a whisper. “I want to fuck you with my tongue first. I want you to come in my mouth so I taste your cream.”

“Yesss…,” she murmured and offered herself up to him. Her fingers moved to his chest, where he felt her tug at his shirt.

“I want to touch you, too,” she purred, the sound low and sultry as her eager hand trailed lower. “I want to feel your cock.”

Fuck, he loved how she wanted him, how eager she was to please him in return. He took a deep breath as a barrage of emotions caught him off guard.

When her palm closed over the bulge in his pants, he caught her hand and positioned it beside her. Right now he wanted this to be all about Lauren, about giving her everything she’d ever wanted, everything she’d ever needed. He wanted to show her how desirable she was, inside and out, and show her how a woman as amazing as she was should be treated.

“Don’t think. Just feel,” he reminded her, inching open her damp lips with gentle fingers. He felt her small tremors and knew she was close. Leaning forward, he brushed his tongue over her pussy. That first sweet taste nearly sent him spiraling out of control. “Fuck, you taste amazing.” With that he delved in deeper, licking, sucking and pushing his tongue inside her until her entire body quaked with passion.

Her fingers raked through his hair and held him to her pussy. “God, yes,” she bit out. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

With no intention of ever stopping, he scraped his thumb over her clit and pushed one finger up inside her, where he luxuriated in her tight heat. His cock jumped with anticipation, so goddamn anxious was he to sink into her heat it nearly broke through his zipper. He pumped in and out of her and continued to brush expertly over her G-spot.

Her breathing changed, became deeper, but he wasn’t ready to bring her over just yet. He wasn’t nearly done feasting on her hot pussy. When he eased back, she nearly sobbed.

In a haze of lust, she cried out, “No don’t…please.” There was a frantic edge to her voice. Her hand went to her pussy to finish herself off, but he pulled it away. He’d be the one bringing her to orgasm tonight.

“Up on your knees,” he commanded. He put his palm on her stomach and felt her shiver with excitement. “And spread your legs for me. Wide.”

Once she’d taken her position, he slid between her thighs and gripped her hips. “This way I won’t lose a drop of your cream.”

“Oh, my God,” she whimpered.

He widened her slick lips with his tongue and pulled on her until she straddled his mouth. Her swollen clit brushed against his upper lip as it screamed for his attention. Like a cat tasting its cream, he lapped at her pussy and said, “Fuck my mouth, baby, and come for me. Let me taste you.”

Her sharp intake of air pleased the hell out of him. She began moving, riding his mouth hard, driving her pelvis back and forth against his face while making sexy noises, the kind that drove him into a frenzy of need. As he inhaled her rich, sensual scent, he tongued her tight opening and then turned his attention to her lush clit. He kissed her hungrily and lashed at her pussy with his tongue. A shudder ripped through him as he savored the exotic taste between her legs.

He could feel small ripples start at her core and begin to take over her body. He slowed his pace and applied more pressure to her clit, instinctively knowing what she needed to orgasm. As he kept up his gentle assault, stirring the fire inside her, she arched her back and drove her pussy against his face. He could feel her clit throbbing against his mouth. He spanned her waist with his hands and held her against him, pulling her oversensitive clit into his mouth. When he dragged it between his teeth, a tremor wracked her body.

That’s a girl.

Her skin tightened over his mouth, and a moment later he felt her splinter into a million pieces. Her breathing turned ragged and her body quivered in delight.

“I’m—” was all she managed to get out as she creamed into his mouth, her liquid heat drenching his face. She took deep, gulping breaths as he drove her beyond the brink of sanity.

Their moans of pleasure blended as the air in the cave grew thick with the scent of their lovemaking.

Using gentle strokes, he brushed her pussy with his tongue, drinking her creamy nectar while she rode every delicious wave of ecstasy.

When her body stopped vibrating, she slid down his chest and collapsed on top of him. Her lips found his just as her warm fingers brushed his hair from his face.

“That was perfect,” she whispered into his mouth. Her hands roamed over his jaw. With a soft, gentle touch she explored the angles of his face. “So damn perfect…”

As she nestled against him, he wondered if she could feel the pounding of his heart. Wondered if she knew it was pounding for her. “You’re perfect,” he said, pulling her lips to his. She shimmied lower as he kissed her, until his cock brushed against her wet opening.

She put her mouth close to his ear and whispered, “I need you inside me.” Her breath whispered over his skin, and the urgency and need in her voice amped up his desire for her. He wound his arms around her and held her close, their moist bodies sealing together. She wiggled, teasing his dick between her lips. Her soft moan gave way to a lusty groan. She slid down farther, settling her sweet ass on his legs, and grabbed for her shorts. A moment later he felt her sheath his cock. Goddamn, he loved a woman who came prepared.

She shimmied forward until his dick nudged her damp folds. “You know how I like it,” she whispered.

“Yeah, baby, I know how you like it.” Fueled by his need to fuck her, his body began trembling intensely. Dragging in a huge breath, he gripped her hips, pulled her onto his shaft and then sank all the way inside her. With a little cry, she straightened her back, gripped his hands and moved them to her breasts. A rumble of pleasure sounded from the depths of her throat as he kneaded her tender flesh.

His body convulsed as his cock pushed open the walls of her pussy. Her heat scorched him.
Jesus…

“I want you so much, baby,” he whispered into the dark as he indulged in her body, her pussy doing delicious things to his cock.

“I…want…you…too.” Her words came out broken, choppy. He loved the way she wanted him, the way her beautiful body reacted to his.

“Show me,” he whispered, stroking her lust-swollen nipples. “Show me how much you want me, sweetheart.”

With need consuming them both, Lauren adjusted her body and began riding him, impaling herself on his rock-hard cock. Her erotic whimper made him crazy with lust. He slipped one hand between their bodies and massaged her sensitive cleft. She pitched forward, letting him know without words how much she loved his touch.

He was delirious with pleasure, and the room began to spin. He stroked deep, fully aware that he was seeking more than just her heat. “Your cock is so perfect,” she murmured, while tossing her head from side to side. “I love how you fill me.”

His whole world shifted as her liquid desire dripped over his cock. When he felt her soft wet quakes massage his shaft, his body nearly went up in a burst of flames. A thin sheen of perspiration covered his skin. His body rippled with pleasure, and a low growl ripped from his throat.

She leaned forward and gripped his shoulders hard enough that her nails bit into his skin. Her hair fell forward and brushed over his skin like an intimate caress.

“Oh God, yes, Ryan.”

He hovered on the brink of an orgasm, so lost in a haze of lust he couldn’t make out her words, couldn’t comprehend what she was saying. All he could do was focus on the intense pleasure between his legs as she lifted her hips up and down, driving his cock in and out of her tight sex, ravishing him with dark passion.

Muscles trembling, he powered upward and drove inside her. He buried himself so deep, he’d never find his way out. But he didn’t want to find his way out. He wanted to lose himself in her heat forever.

Her muscles clenched around his cock.
Yesssss…

“Harder,” she bit out as her orgasm approached.

Together they established a rhythm, each giving and taking in tandem. He swallowed and pumped faster, joining her in release.

“That’s so good,” she whimpered, coming all over his cock. Her moan of joy echoed in his head and filled him with satisfaction.

Ryan closed his eyes to give himself over to his orgasm. He arched his hips forward and released inside her.

After a moment she rolled beside him and snuggled in close. With exquisite gentleness, her hands trailed over his body, palming his muscles. There was something deeply intimate in the way she was touching him.

“I love how you feel inside me.” The emotion in her voice generated a sense of possession inside him. “We’re so good together.”

“Come here,” he murmured, impressed that he managed to form a sentence, and pulled her to him. His mouth settled on top of hers.

They traded warm kisses for a long time, until exhaustion overtook them both. Ryan knew dawn would soon be upon them. Despite wanting to hold her longer, he knew he needed to walk her back to the mouth of the cave before sunlight hit and she discovered his identity. Tomorrow, when he was thinking more clearly, he’d talk to her, tell her who he was and how he felt about her. Right now he just wanted to bask in the afterglow of their beautiful lovemaking and enjoy this magical moment.

“I need to walk you back,” he murmured.

Lauren snuggled in tighter. “Soon.”

He closed his eyes in surrender and contentment, letting his emotions rule his actions. Something that felt like love whipped through his veins, and he knew, with each passing second, that he was falling harder and harder for her.

R
ibbons
of early morning light drifted in through the mouth of the cave and covered their bodies in a warm golden glow. Lauren rose on one elbow to watch Ryan sleep, enjoying the soft noises he was making and the slow rise and fall of his chest.

As she gazed at his hard, naked body, she quivered in delight. Heat moved through her bloodstream as she remembered every delicious minute of last night’s—all-night—lovemaking marathon. Over the course of the evening, she’d experienced an intimacy with Ryan unlike anything she’d ever experienced with a man. Through his gentle touch he’d proven to her over and over again that he cared about her as a person, not an object. He’d found her interesting and exciting in the light of day, and in the dark of night had made sweet love to her. To
her
. Lauren the woman, not Lauren the hot body.

Even with impaired vision, he could see her for who she really was and had a talent for knowing exactly what she needed.

Lauren remembered her advice to Danielle over a late lunch the day before that she should just go have fun with her fantasy man, have a good fuck and get him out of her system once and for all. But despite her advice, she couldn’t ignore the churning emotions inside her. She was head over heels in love with Ryan. And she wanted a lot more than just wild Tarzan sex from him.

Her attention glided over his face. Her heart swelled as she reached out and brushed her fingertip lightly over the scars beneath his eyes. Now she understood his fears, his vulnerabilities and why he’d always kept his dark glasses on.

The words
damaged goods
ran through her mind, and it occurred to her just how much his ex had hurt him, how deeply her words had cut. She knew firsthand how cruel words could create doubt and damage. Thankfully Ryan had helped her dispel her innermost fears. Her fingers fisted as her heart ached for him, and his deeply ingrained scars.

She knew last night when she’d run into him that he’d immediately fallen into his Tarzan role. Since he was so intent on keeping his identity a secret, she went along with the role-playing. Even though she didn’t fully understand it, she respected his need for privacy. When she’d called out his name in the midst of an orgasm, she suspected he was too far gone to grasp the meaning.

She ached to wake him, kiss him and spend the afternoon making love inside the cave, but she was also smart enough to know he wasn’t ready for that. Deep in her gut she knew he wasn’t quite ready for her to reveal that she had discovered his identity.

She pulled a blanket up to cover his naked body as she went in search of her clothes. After dressing she quietly left the cave. She needed time to think. Time to figure out how she could show him what he meant to her, and that his injuries didn’t mean he was damaged goods. She liked him for who he was on the inside.

As she negotiated the damp footpath, a movement up ahead caught her attention. She glanced up to see Mr. Malik coming her way.

“Good morning, my child.”

“Good morning,” she said, feeling suddenly sheepish. Did he know she’d spent the night in a cave making sweet love to the man she was absolutely crazy about?

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

“I…uh…was just heading back to my cabana.”

“You look…” He paused and then said, “Flushed.”

She fanned her face. “Yes, it must be this tropical air.”

“The Pleasure Pool is a great place to cool down. It’s very private this time of the morning, as well.”

She nodded, silently agreeing it was the perfect spot to spend some time alone, where she could think about how to get Ryan to come out of the dark, overcome his insecurities and see that she liked him for who he was. “It sounds perfect.”

Mr. Malik loosened two red sashes on his robe and handed them to her. “I think these might come in handy.” With that he turned away from her, but before he left he commented, “We can see with more than just our eyes.”

Lauren stood there staring at the pretty red sashes dangling from her fingertips, when understanding dawned.

Oh, yeah, she knew exactly how to open Ryan’s eyes and get him to see. By blindfolding him.

* * *

J
esus H. Christ
. She was gone.

Ryan felt a quick flash of panic as he rubbed his eyes and ran through the events of the previous night. He hadn’t meant to sleep through the night, hadn’t meant for the two of them to wake up together and for her to discover his true identity like this.
Not like this…

His stomach plummeted. He’d only wanted to close his eyes briefly, only wanted to hold her a bit longer before he walked her back to the mouth of the cave. He’d figured tomorrow he’d find a way to tell her who he really was.

Lauren had gone to bed with her Tarzan and had woken up with Ryan. Was she angry that he’d kept his identity a secret? Or had she seen his scars and bolted, realizing how physically damaged he was?

His mind raced, sorting through the recent turn of events. Goddammit, he knew she wasn’t like that. She was sweet, caring and compassionate, everything he’d ever wanted in a woman.

So was he going to just let her walk away? Hell no!

The surge of warmth and love that filled him pushed back old insecurities and fears. He needed to find her, to tell her how he felt.

He wanted to talk to her, to explain why he’d ravished her in the dark and kept his identity a secret. He wanted to tell her about his fears and insecurities, and tell her what she meant to him. He never was one to go down without a fight, and he wasn’t about to now. Because unlike other women in his life, Lauren was worth fighting for.

He stood, dressed quickly and stepped out into the sunshine. No matter where she was on the island, he’d find her. Deciding to put his tracking skills to use again, he set out to hunt her down. He’d tear the whole damn resort apart until he found her, if that’s what it took.

When a search of her cabana turned up empty, he began to stalk around the resort, watching and listening for any signs of her.

“Is everything okay, Ryan?”

He turned around to come face-to-face with Malik. “Yes, everything is fine,” he said, keeping his personal matters, well, personal.

“You look like you’re about to tear the resort upside down.”

“I’m looking for something.”

“Something or someone?”

When Ryan didn’t answer, Malik said, “It’s nice to see you put your tracking skills to good use again. You see, Ryan, just because you’re not in the field anymore doesn’t mean your abilities have no value.”

Okay, so maybe he did still have some value, but right now that wasn’t the most important thing on his mind. Finding Lauren was.

“I believe what you are seeking is at the Pleasure Pool.”

Heart beating in a mad cadence, Ryan said, “I don’t have time for your cryptic words right now.”

“Check the Pleasure Pool, Ryan, and you’ll
see
everything in a new light.”

Ryan quickly made his way to the Pleasure Pool. When he spotted Lauren’s silhouette under the falls, his heart began to race. He slowed his steps, unsure of her mood, fully expecting her to be angry for his deceit.

When she spotted him, she swam to the side of the pool and climbed out. “Good morning,” she said in a low murmur.

He gathered her hands in his and read her body language, only to discover there wasn’t a trace of anger to be found there. He took a deep breath and said, “Lauren, about last night—”

“Shh,” she whispered.

“I need to tell you something,” he insisted.

Undaunted, she brushed against him, touching him with intimate recognition, and rushed on, “First I need to show you something.” She tugged on his hand. “Come with me.”

“Where?”

“Into the water.”

Ryan peeled off his T-shirt, kicked off his shoes and climbed into the Pleasure Pool with her. He followed her to the waterfall. She turned to face him once they were standing waist deep in the water. When he felt her remove his glasses, he flinched.

“It’s okay,” she assured him.

The bright sunshine overhead provided him with sufficient light to see her eyes. What he saw there filled him with happiness. Her expression was one of longing and affection. A melee of emotions and sensations ripped through him.

She put something silky against his face. “What are you doing, babe?” he asked.

“I’m tying scarves over our eyes.” There was something deeply sensual in the way she touched him. “You see, Ryan, someone wise once told me that sometimes we can see with more than just our eyes.”

“Yeah, he basically said the same thing to me.”

“So let’s close our eyes together, and
see
each other.”

As her soft voice caressed him all over, Lauren grabbed his hands and put them on her face. When she did, something potent passed between them. “Now, tell me what you see.” The softness in her tone pulled him under like a coastal wave. Desire and need thrummed through his veins as he took a moment to process and digest the importance of what they were doing.

His heart skipped a beat as he ran his fingertips over her contours and enjoyed the soft texture of her skin. He felt her body tremble beneath his intimate touch. He inhaled her feminine scent, cradled her face between his hands and said, “I see a woman who is strong, adventurous, kind and giving. A woman who trusts when no trust has been warranted. I see that what I want now and forever is right in front of my eyes. All I had to do was open them and
see
…” He hauled her to him and dropped a soft kiss on her mouth. Enclosing her in the circle of his arms, he asked, “What do you see, Lauren?”

Lauren let her fingers roam over his jaw, his lips, his nose and the scars beneath his eyes before saying, “I see a man who is afraid to put himself out there. So afraid of rejection that he only comes out at night.” When he tightened at her blunt words, she continued, “For the first time in my life, I see a man who sees me for who I really am. I see a man I am falling for. A man I will fight for.” His heart twisted at the sound of her voice growing soft with desire.

A wave of love moved through his bloodstream, and he felt a new closeness between them, one that went well beyond sex. “Why did you leave this morning, Lauren?” he questioned in a soft tone.

“I knew you weren’t ready, Ryan. You weren’t ready to see or to be seen.”

He circled his arms around her waist and anchored her body to his. They remained pressed up against each other for a long moment. “You’re right. I guess I wasn’t.” He drew a shaky breath as his mouth found hers. “Lauren, I’m ready to see now.”

* * *

W
ith her vision
cloaked by the sash, Lauren slid her arms around Ryan’s neck and held him tightly. As his hands roamed her body in aroused eagerness, she soaked in his heat and kissed him with all the love inside her.

Suddenly, Mr. Malik’s words of wisdom came back to her.
Sometimes our eyes must be closed before we can really see.
It occurred to her that her deepest desires had been fulfilled on the island. It had taken a near-blind man to finally see and appreciate her for who she really was.

With skilled fingers, Ryan unhooked her bikini top and tossed it aside. Her nipples quivered with excitement. The air around them became charged as her body trembled. He growled deep in his throat, splashed water on her breasts and made a slow pass with his tongue that made her wild with pleasure. She tilted her head back and moaned.

Shivers of need whipped through her blood and tingled her toes. She raced her hands over him, feeling and
seeing
his every hard contour. Eager fingers dipped below the water and found his cock. Her furtive brush against his rock-hard erection filled her with primal hunger.

“Mmm, so nice,” she whispered. “I think I’d like to have that inside me.”

He gave a low, throaty chuckle. “Your wish is my command,” Ryan said, his sexy cadence bombarding her with lust. Skilled fingers skated over her bare skin, going lower and lower until he found her bikini bottoms. With one quick tug, he tore them from her hips and then leaned forward to swallow her surprised gasp.