Private Passions (10 page)

He knew exactly how to go about making Jane
forget why she'd fled here in the first place, providing she didn't
show him the door as soon as he opened his mouth.

Only one way to find out.

"Did you have a good swim?"

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Jane shrieked at the sound of the masculine
voice behind her as the plastic bottle of seltzer slipped through
her fingers and bounced across the pavers. Heart pounding, she
whirled around, instinctively wrapping one arm over her chest as
she crossed her legs and put her hand down to try cover her naked
sex.

Her mouth dropped open as she recognized the
large male figure stretched out on teak lounger across from the
kitchen like he didn't have a care in the world. "Deck?"

Dumbfounded, she momentarily forgot about her
nudity as he rose from the lounger and walked toward her. Contrary
to his previous casual pose, Deck was far from relaxed. Jane's
stomach did a little flip flop as she noted the tension in his
shoulders, the predatory glint in his eyes as he prowled toward
her.

She took an instinctive step back, which
brought her bare ass in contact with the cool stone of the
countertop. She felt herself flush from her hairline to her toes at
the stark reminder that she was bare ass naked. "Can you give me a
towel or something? "

"Now why would I want to do that when I'm
enjoying the view so much?"

Her pulse fluttered in her throat as a wave
of uncertainty rolled through her. She'd never for a second felt
unsafe in Deck's presence. But while she'd seen Deck cool and
professional and deep in the throes of desire, she'd only seen this
side of him—all pent up aggression, tension rippling off of him in
waves—when he perceived a threat to her.

She'd never felt it aimed in her direction.
Even as it made her uneasy, it sent a rush of heat through her,
bringing with it an unbidden reminder of the version of Deck that
had starred in so many of her fantasies. The aggressive lover who
took what he wanted, never doubting that he could give her exactly
what she needed.

She swallowed hard and decided that if he
wasn't going to be gentleman enough to give her something to cover
herself, she would fight fire with fire. She pointedly dropped her
arms to her sides and met his gaze dead on, hoping the tan she'd
acquired over the last few days would help hide her blush. "What
are you doing here, Deck?" she asked, feeling a spurt of pride when
her voice came out cool and steady.

He took a step closer, his gaze hungrily
raking over every inch of her. She felt her skin sizzle and pop
under the heat of his look. "They were about me, weren't they?
Those things you wrote."

Again Jane's throat clenched tight, another
familiar rush of humiliation threatening to crack her cool facade.
For a moment she considered playing dumb or flat out lying, but
knew Deck, with his penetrating amber gaze would see right through
her. "How did you figure it out?"

He took a step closer and held out his hands.
"Warrior's hands."

Jane closed her eyes for a moment as her
breath caught in chest. "You remember that?"

Suddenly his expression changed, softening as
a smile pulled at his lips. "I remember everything, Jane."

Before she absorb what that meant he closed
the distance between them, cupping her face in those big, rough
hands as he closed his mouth over hers.

A wave of heat rushed through her at the
first taste of him, at the feel of his big hard chest pressed
against her naked chest. And something else too, the sensation that
after all of the turmoil of the last few months, everything was
suddenly right in her world.

The unrelenting stress, the gnawing ache of
embarrassment, the pressure to keep herself together so no one
could see how she was blowing apart inside, disappeared in a rush.
All she could think, all she could feel was Deck, his mouth
devouring hers in a hungry kiss, his hands roaming over the bare
skin of her back and sides like he wanted to touch all of her at
once.

In this moment nothing else mattered.

The fabric of his cotton dress shirt rasped
against her nipples, reminding her that he was still clothed while
she was totally exposed. She unbuttoned his shirt with shaking
fingers and shoved it off his shoulders then went to work on his
pants.

Seconds later, he was helping her shove his
pants down his legs and then he was as naked as she. Wetness
flooded between her legs as she closed her hand around his cock. He
was smooth silk stretched over granite, pulsing insistently in her
hand.

She tore her mouth away from his, was about
to suggest they take this inside to the bedroom when he suddenly
yanked her around until she was facing away from him.

Her lips curled in anticipation as he
deliberately took her hands and placed them on the counter before
he wrapped his hands firmly around her hips.

His breath teased the back of her neck an
instant before his open mouth pressed hotly against the juncture of
her neck and her shoulder. A shudder ran through her as his mouth
ran up the curve of her neck to stop right next to her ear.

"I'm not even going to ask if this is the way
you want it." His whisper sent a shudder rippling through her. His
lips closed over her earlobe as one hand slid from her hip, around
and down, his fingers delving between her legs.

He stroked her, his low rumble of
satisfaction mingling with her whimpers of pleasure as he worked
his fingers between her folds, circling the tight bud of her clit
before sliding lower so he could feel exactly how wet and ready she
was for him.

Jane shuddered and moaned as Deck stroked
her.

"God you're so wet, so ready for me."

She gave a cry of protest when he removed his
hand. It quickly morphed into a sigh of anticipation as she felt
him slide his feet in between her own, urging her to widen her
stance. His hair roughened thighs brushed against the backs of hers
and she felt her pulse beat almost painfully between her legs as
she felt first nudge of his cock against her opening.

She arched her back eagerly to receive him,
her breath hissing out as she felt the thick slide and stretch as
he pushed inside with no hesitation. Just like she wanted, just
like she imagined, but a thousand times better. Nothing could ever
compare to the reality of his hard hands—warrior's hands—gripping
her hips so tight he'd probably leave marks.

And feel of him, so hard and huge inside her,
filling her to capacity and still making her crave more. She braced
herself against the counter and rocked back in perfect rhythm with
his thrusts, taking him deep and hard and still she felt like she'd
never get enough.

"God Jane, you feel so good around me, so
tight and hot, squeezing me like a fist. I've been dreaming of
fucking you like this."

She gave a little moan at his coarse, earthy
language, felt her body clenching around him in response. He moved
one hand around once again, found her clit with his fingers,
circling firmly as he continued to take her in hard, pounding
thrusts.

She could feel her orgasm building low in her
belly, every muscle in her body tightening as he continued to
stroke and thrust. She squeezed her eyes shut, and a keening sound
she didn't even recognize ripped from her chest.

Then she was coming hard, her whole body
shuddering and shaking until the only thing holding her up was
Deck's hands on her hips as he held himself deep inside her,
wringing every last ripple of pleasure from her until her vision
went hazy and she thought she was going to pass out.

In a daze, she felt Deck withdraw, felt her
sex clench him protest as he slipped free. Boneless, she let him
carry her like a rag doll over to one of the teak loungers. He
stretched out on it, settling her on top of him.

Through her post orgasmic haze she realized
that Deck was still rock hard, his cock pulsing eagerly against her
belly. She bit her lip, let out a little sigh when he pulled her
knees on either sides of his hips until he was cradled against he
slick mound of her sex. He cupped her ass in one hand and wrapped
the other around his cock so he could position the thick head
against her entrance. She moaned as he slid inside, crying out at
the delicious friction against her swollen, sensitive tissues.

She loved the way his breath hitched as he
worked himself inside her, the way his face went tight with need as
he thrust his hips up under her to bury himself to the hilt. Like
last time, she was shocked to feel her arousal building again
already at the steady rocking of his hips beneath her. Though she
was on top, there was no question as to who was doing the
taking.

Deck's hands closed over her ass cheeks,
working her against him at a relentless pace. Jane braced her hands
on either side of head, crying out as her clit slid against the
base of his cock with every downstroke. "Deck," she moaned. "Oh my
god, I think I'm going to come again."

His response was to flip her abruptly onto
her back and splay his hands against the insides of her thighs,
spreading her wide, opening her fully to take everything he was
giving her.

She thought she knew what it was to be taken
the first time she was with Deck. That was nothing like what she
was experiencing now. Every muscle in his body stood out in stark
relief, the driving power behind every thrust that sent him so deep
she could feel him at the base of her spine.

She looked down, saw herself and him starkly
revealed in the bright sunlight. His hands were dark and rough
against he pale skin of her inner thighs. She was mesmerized by the
sight of his cock, huge and thick and shiny with her juice, sliding
in and out of her body at a pace that had her moaning and squirming
and scraping her nails down his back. He gave a choked moan, and
she looked up to see his dark head and broad shoulders silhouetted
against the blazingly blue sky. His eyes were glowing amber slits
barely visible through the thick brush of his lashes.

"Come on, Jane, come for me again," he said
gruffly. Her gaze slid down again and she watched him bury his
thumb in the plump folds between her thighs. The first pulse of her
orgasm hit her in a wild rush. He rode her through it, stroking her
clit, keeping up his relentless thrusts until she was once again
reduced to a boneless heap beneath him.

His cock seemed to swell even bigger inside
of her as his strokes got faster, shallower. Then he stiffened
against her, letting out a choked cry that sounded like it was
ripped from the bottom of his soul before he collapsed, shuddering
against her.

Jane didn't know how long she lay there,
savoring the delicious weight of him sprawled on top of her, before
he roused her with nibbling kisses up her neck, across her cheek.
He eventually landed on her lips, taking her mouth in a kiss that
was so deep, so sweet, so contrary to the almost animalistic
passion she'd just experienced she felt the sting of tears.

Finally he lifted his head, smiling down at
her with a look so warm she felt like she was looking at the
surface of the sun. "I think it goes without saying that I missed
the hell out of you."

Jane threaded her fingers through his hair
and tried to keep the quiver out of her voice when she replied. "I
missed you too."

Deck
felt at rush of warmth like nothing he'd ever experienced before
flow through him at Jane's reply. Combined with the slightly dazed,
mostly wondrous expression in her eyes, Deck got the sensation that
everything was exactly as it should be in his world. If he could
only hold onto this moment, this feeling, this woman, everything
would be right.

He told himself not to get ahead of himself,
that just because she hadn't kick him out on his ass and had
eagerly responded to the undeniable chemistry raging between them
didn't mean she was even close to on the same page as he was.

Well then you better make damn sure you get
her on the same page while you're here, shouldn't you?

He brushed a damp blond strand of hair off
her forehead and pressed a kiss there, then to the tip of her nose,
then again to her lips as he savored the feel of her, sun-warmed
and naked against him. "I would have been here sooner, but I had a
job to finish up before I could get away."

"How long can you stay?"

"Malcolm wants me to train someone for some
new comic book flick. I need to be on set in ten days. How about
you? How long are you planning to hide out?"

"Forever?" Jane said with a rueful smile. She
traced her fingers down the skin of his back, leaving a tingling
wake. "Honestly, if Hal had his way I'd be on a plane tomorrow
ready to hit all the major news outlets. After the Kimmel
disaster-"

"I thought you were great. You were funny."
Of course at the time he hadn't laughed much, feeling like a
complete loser for being jealous of Jane fantasizing about her own
husband. But knowing what he knew now he'd probably be rolling.

"Yeah, that crazed look in my eye was
hilarious," he could feel her stiffen against him. "And the way I
collapsed and thought I was having a heart attack after was a total
riot."

Deck wrapped his arms around her and rolled
to his side, cradling her against him. "I'm sorry you had to go
through that," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She sighed and relaxed into his chest. "Yeah,
me too. But you'd think I'd be able to handle it by now. I mean,
what's a little more public humiliation after everything I've
already dealt with?" She was silent for several moments, stroking
her fingers down the front of his chest, tracing down the length of
his bicep and forearm. "It was bad enough having everyone think
that the stories were about Ryan. But at least I was married to him
so it sort of made sense. I think I was afraid everyone would find
out they were about someone else who didn't want me either."