Driven by Desire (6 page)

Set up in the room were two massage tables, complete with white crisp towels and robes ready for
them. Two masseuses waited nearby with a tray of champagne.

“Why’d you switched rooms?” she asked
, as she accepted champagne from a male attendant who was also in the room by the wet bar.

“It was the best room in the hotel. I thought you’d like this better for our special night,” he said.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” The male attendant asked. “May I get you anything else to make you feel comfortable?”

“No,” Tanya said.
“Thank you.”

“We’ll wait outside so that you can change into the robes. We’ll come back in ten minutes.” The male attendant smile
d, and both he and the masseuses left the room.

Her gaze traveled until she met intriguing brown eyes. “Marcus, you are just
too
much.”

“Just for you,” was his reply.

*

The ninety minute massage had all of Tanya’s muscle
s loose and feeling good, which was a big change from all the tension she showed up at his room with. Dipping in the hot tub filled scented with a pina colada aroma relieved her of even more tension.

The water shifted beside her and she opened her eyes and lifted her head to see Marcus refilling their champagne glasses.

“This wasn’t really supposed to be a vacation for me, but it sure feels like one,” he said, handing her the glass.

She accepted it, taking a sip. “I didn’t expect to have such a good time.”

“Glad I came and that I met you,” he said. “I’d turned the invite down when it first was mailed to me, because I had so much going on with work and life that I didn’t think I could commit to a destination wedding. It’s funny how things panned out. Trent had an extra plane ticket and broke up with his girl, so I thought the short break from work after the quick move would be good for me.”

“So the empty seat by Trent belonged to his ex, huh?” she said. It was similar to her situation, but she didn’t think to ask anyone to come with her in Justin’s absence.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Well
, I’m glad you decided to come,” she said, looking at him shyly under her lashes.

Marcus caught her gaze, but instead of havi
ng the daring smile that was probably his signature, his expression was serious. He observed her carefully almost as though he was deep in thought about something, but preferred not to speak on it.

A little water sloshed over the sides again as he leaned in to kiss her.
His big, smooth palms stroked the back of her neck, deepening the kiss with insistent and demanding caresses.

Her body was warm enough, fully engulfed up to the neck in the water, but his hands roving across her back increased her temperature tenfold.

He tore away from her lips only to dip his held lower to tease the column of her neck. She lifted earnestly, giving him better access. A small moan escaped her lips as he began his trek lower, gliding his mouth across the tops of her breasts.

“Mmmm,” he murmured. “I could stay here with you forever and never want for anything more.”

“You sure about that?”

He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her legs on either side of him so that she straddled his lap. Her center immediately made contact with his erection. Flesh to flesh was definitely not possible with his swim trunks and her bikini bottoms, but that didn’t keep him from grinding her pussy against his dick.

“Does this feel sure?” he asked.

“Oh,
Marcus,” she said, arching her back and tilting her head to the ceiling. “That feels so good.”

Somewhere in between their movements, he grew larger and his dick ended up on the outside of his trunks. He was thick against her center as she rubbed into him despite the spandex fabric separating them. When she finally came, her cries echoed across the room rising
above the soft music lingering from the front of the suite.

“I love when you do that,” he whispered, nipping at the tops of her breasts. He pulled on the string at her back and the top fell into the water between them. No time was wasted as he dipped his head low to suckle her.

She was still sensitive from her recent orgasm and each pull of her lips had her body shivering against his touch. He tugged gently, closing in on her nipple and circling the tip of his tongue against the areolas. He reached between them at the same time, sliding his hands down into her bottoms.

Tanya rocked against his palm, pushing her aching center at his hand and thrusting in tune to the quick tempo of his fingers.

He brought her to the edge and then stopped abruptly. Before she could protest, he led her stand until her belly was in line with his face. He kissed her navel and the butterflies within her stomach scattered.

She held tight onto his shoulders as he teased her skin with lips, tongue, and fingers.

“You are so beautiful. I want to remember every detail about you. Your scent, taste, and the way your skin feels.” He kissed her mound. “I want you to remember this night even after you get on the flight back home. I want you to remember what I’m capable of doing to this body. More importantly, I want you to remember because this game doesn’t end here in Ocho Rios.”

Marcus used his teeth to untie each side of her bikini bottom, pulling it off completely until she was fully exposed to him.

Her breath hitched when his mouth came in contact with her pussy. He parted her nether lips with his tongue finding the little bud that was bursting with need. He lapped at her, holding her hips firm between his grasp. Only when she began to lose her foothold in the water, did he lift her up to sit on the edge of the hot tub. Even then, he devoured her pussy like a man deprived. Her orgasm came hard and fast, jolting through her like an eruption.

It took them only seconds to make it from the tub to the bed. He set her down on it and she knelt in front of him, taking his erection in her palm. She took her time examining him. He wasn’t the only one who wanted to remember every detail vividly. From the way he stood at strict attention ready to please and plunder to the way his crown swelled
in excitement when she touched him.

Tanya licked her lips just before taking him with her mouth. He tasted of spice and man, and her lips glided up and down him with ease. She went slowly, adjusting the size of him, nearly gagging when he reached far enough in the back of her throat.

He groaned as she released him, taking a moment to play with the silky head using her tongue to dip in and out of the small slit. She sucked and pumped him until his balls grew taut against her fists on the down stroke.

When they finally fell on the bed in each other’s arms, she was wet and ready for him.
He gave her the condom, she rolled it down on him, and then guided his rod to her needy center where he hit home.

This time the sex was slow and endearing. They kept close throughout, never leaving each other’s embrace. She could literally feel his heart beating against her breasts as he took her over and over again.
They didn’t speak as before for their tongues were occupied dancing together, reveling in the taste of both of them combined.

Before Ocho Rios, she had not thought it was possible to have more than one orgasm during a round of sex. Marcus proved that theory wrong, as she tumbled into what was her third climax for the night. He was not too far behind her, joining her just as she was on her way down from her state of euphoria.

This wasn’t normal at all. It wasn’t normal to want a man so much that you’d risk all that was ordinary to be with him.

***

The next morning…

“My flight leaves in six hours.” Tanya said as Marcus put her bags in the back of the cab.

She still couldn’t believe that they were pa
rting ways. All of her wanted to stay here forever with this man, just as he’d revealed to her last night. But that wasn’t possible. It was time to go back to her normal, ordinary life.

More than likely, Marcus would do the same.
He probably had a load of biker friends back home that he preferred hanging out with instead of a bookworm, high-end jewelry saleswoman like her. Guys like him just didn’t stick around with boring women like her.

Marcus kissed her on the forehead, just as the cab driver came up to assist them.
“Share a taxi to the airport?” He gestured to a single suitcase on the sidewalk of the hotel beside her.

Before leavin
g his hotel last night, they’d agreed that she’d call him when she was on the way to the airport. They’d both checked out of their hotels after the call and met each other in the courtyard.

“Sure.”
She shrugged. “What times is your flight?”

A corner of his lips quirked up in a grin. “Yesterday at eight p.m.”

Her mouth fell open in shock. “You missed your flight? Why?”

He cleared his throat, eyes shifting back and forth from her to the cab driver. “We were…umm—
”

“
Never mind, don’t even say it,” she said. “I can’t believe you did that. How will you get home?”

He piled his luggage on top of hers, and the driver closed the trunk.
“Don’t worry. There are a couple flights that leave out to Atlanta this evening. I’ll make sure you get on your flight safely and then I’m going to register as a standby. Maybe they’ll even have an extra seat on your plane for me.”

The driver helped them inside the backseat, and she couldn’t help but
notice that she felt better than she had when she’d arrived. Only a few days ago, she was one confused and angry woman. Now she felt elated and new possibilities galore spun around in her head. But did she dare embark on them?

When they were minutes into the drive towards the airport, Marcus took her hand, leaned in, and whispered, “
You are definitely worth the risk.”

All she could do was smile
all the way to the airport.

Back in Atlanta…

A combination of jet lag and sore muscles had Tanya hitting the snooze button more times than she planned to. The thing that finally got her up was the sound of her ringing cell phone which was sitting where she left it last night—on the coffee table in her living room. Whoever was calling surely was relentless.

She grumbled as it rang a third time, threw the covers off, and hurried out to answer it. One look at the LCD screen and she huffed.
Zaira.
Of course…her best friend just couldn’t wait to get the details of Vanessa’s wedding.

“Hello, Zaira,”
she said into the receiver.

“
Spill it
. I heard by word of mouth that it was the wedding of the century!”

“It was,” Tanya said, groggily into the speaker.

“It doesn’t sound that way to you. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She walked back to her bedroom and to the small closet by the window. Thank God she’d had most of her work attire dry clea
ned before flying to Ocho Rios or she’d have nothing to wear. “I just got back last night. Feels like a hangover. I’m late for work too.”

“You?” Zaira exclaimed. “Late for work? That’s unheard of!”

“This jet lag is a mutha,” she said, thumbing through the hangers.

“
Oh, yeah? I forgot about the time change.”

“The time change…and other things.”

“
Other
things?”

Tanya could see Zaira now on the other end, eyes wide in curiosity. Maybe she should have kept her lips zipped. But how could she have had the best sex of her life and not tell
anyone
, not even her best friend? They shared everything. Good and bad news. When she needed a shoulder to bear her frustration on after Justin left, Zaira had been there night after night.

“Tell me. Tell me.
Tell me
,” Zaira urged after a moment of silence. “Does it involve a man? Sex on a Jamaican beach? A romp beside the sea with an island boy?” She giggled.

Tanya couldn’t contain her laughter. “Close.”

“Oh my God! You met someone, didn’t you?”

“Kind of,”
she teased, and leaned against the closet frame. “But the wedding…you were asking—”

“
F
the wedding. I need details about this man. Now.”

Tanya sighed into the phone reminiscing on the way Marcus had kissed her
so intimately in a busy airport amid dozens of people just before sending her off through security after finding out he’d have to wait behind an hour for the next flight from Jamaica to Atlanta. She touched her fingers to her lips. “It was nothing at all.” She plucked a black A-line skirt and red sleeveless blouse from the closet and laid it out on the bed.

“Come on. Did you meet him at the wedding?”

“Kind of. He was a guest
at
the wedding.”