Driven by Desire

by Ambrielle Kirk

  She smiled. From what she could see, he was perfect for what she had in mind. The absolute opposite of the man who’d crossed her. How could she not have noticed back at the retail shop? She’d had the chance to do her naughty work last night with this man, but she’d been in a rush. Now fate was allowing her another chance.

  As she continued to stand there frozen to the spot, he took the opportunity and moved in closer. “I couldn’t forget your beautiful face, pretty lips, thick, long hair, sleek legs, and nice ass.”

  His words would have earned any man a slap across the face had it been any other occasion. But tonight, she came looking for trouble. Surprised by his blatant candor and sexiness, she realized she hadn’t said much of anything.

  “You had a lot of mouth back at the store.” The deep sound of his voice dominated her, wiping out the sounds of the booming music and sent warm vibrations up her spine. “Perhaps you have more time now than you did then?”

  “Depends,” she finally said, her words coming out on a whisper.

  He grinned, showing a set of nice white teeth. “I would have loved to buy you a drink, however I do believe you’ve had more than quite a few.”

  Tanya swallowed, feeling a little guilty and careless. “Why were you watching me?”

  “Why would I not watch you?” he asked.

  She felt her brows come together and her back straightened. “What are you doing here anyway?” Did he follow her from the store? Was he a stalker? A lunatic? A willing man was what she sought tonight, but she wasn’t that desperate.

  He lifted an eyebrow, regarding her carefully. “I imagine I’m here for the same reason as you. A tourist in a foreign country looking to have fun. Like yourself, I was surprised to see you again.” He offered his hand. “I’m Marcus.”

  Tanya swallowed down her tension and mentally reminded herself that she needed to drop her guard or she wouldn’t leave here tonight a winner. She was supposed to be in control. It was time she took the reins. Smiling sweetly, she accepted his hand, but didn’t let go. “Let’s sit down and chat for a little while.”

  Marcus nodded once, squeezing her hand lightly.

  Tanya led him toward an empty lounge chair. He followed so closely that she felt his pants brush against her dress as they walked. She sat down, her legs crossed toward him. Her eyes met his and she read his expression like a book. He wanted sex and it was written all over his face. The perfect and willing candidate for a no strings attached fling. But she didn’t want to appear too eager.

  He gave her another long slow look starting from my head to toe, and then back up again. “I’d love to know your name. What must I do to earn it?”

  “Hhmmm…but telling you outright would take the fun out of it,” she teased.

  “I’m all for fun and games, but by the end of tonight, I will know your name.”

  His declaration sent yet another shiver down her spine. She shrugged off the effects, acting like his dare didn’t even phase her. “You sure about that?”

  “Bet on it.”

  Tanya laughed softly. She actually liked him. Not that it should have mattered. She wanted one thing from him. One thing only.

  He lifted a finger and ran it through the ends of her curl, straitening one and then letting it go to spring back up against her face. “I love your hair. Thick and long. Looks like it could really endure some things.”

  She looked at him through narrowed eyes. Certainly he wasn’t implying what she thought he was. Or was it just her and her need to have a man’s hands all over her again, pulling her hair in the throes of passion. She cleared her throat, willing the vision away. “It’s been cooperating well tonight which is fortunate,” she replied.

  “What’s the occasion?” he asked, moving closer to her on the small love seat.

  She looked at him strangely. “Does there have to be an occasion?”

  “Why were you tossing up so many drinks?”

  She shrugged. “Just trying to have a good time while away from my normal life. I didn’t expect someone would be taking count.” Maybe she should have stopped after three. She was a little light headed and more relaxed than usual.

  “What’s normal?” he inquired.

  “Daily routine. Nine to five job. Studying to finish my graduate degree. Finding my true career calling. Not much time on weekends.” Damn, maybe that was a bit much to expose to a man she barely knew.

  “A husband?”

  “Nope. You?”

  “I’m not gay.”

  She giggled. “You know what I meant.”

  “I’m not attached.”

  “Neither am I.” She felt relieved to say that. Free to do whatever…with whomever.

  “Perfect.”

  “You’re visiting here?”

  He nodded. “For a short while.”

  “What’s this?” She brushed her finger against the tattoo on his left arm.

  He lifted the short sleeve a bit, letting her glimpse intricate design inked on his upper arm. “My brothers and I got the same tattoo years ago. Just something else to say we have in common.”

  “How many brothers?” She couldn’t take her hands off him, and she allowed her fingers to roam across his shirt to rest between the opened buttons and exposed skin.

  “Three by blood. And two by bond because that’s just the way we roll.”

  She leaned into his warmth, her lips almost touching his ear. “Any other tattoos?”

  Marcus cupped her hips, brushing his bare hands against her bare back. “Would you like to see them?”

  “Depends.” Tanya bit into her bottom lip, as his hand smoothed down to mold to her ass. On any other night, such a move would have earned him a kick in the nuts.

  “I can put something extraordinary in your life right now.” His lips brushed against her temple. “You’d forget what normal even was.”

  “Sounds promising,” she teased. Had he read her mind? “Yet, I’m not convinced.”

  Marcus chuckled nervously. “Come with me.”

  “I don’t know you. I’m not going home with you.”

  “Not home with me, then.” He laced his fingers with hers. “Just somewhere more private.”

  Her body heated and her breath quickened. What was she agreeing to?

  He rose and led her to stand as well. Her legs were like putty, but she turned and led him through the tight crowd of bodies.

  They made it down a narrow hallway, blending into the shadows and away from the flashing strobe lights of the club. She leaned back against the wall and he pressed her into it. They moved against each other, but not to the beat of the music. No, this was a different rhythm unique to them.

  Her attention fell on his mouth and just as she parted her own lips and ran the tip of her tongue against the seam, he leaned down and kissed her. He was sweet yet demanding as he coaxed her into the moment. Fire blazed between her thighs as his bare hand slid against the outside of her leg. He tasted just like cinnamon, nearly drugging her with the essence of it.

  “Your lips are what I imagined,” he said, between gentle sips of her lips. “Silky and sweet.”

  His hand was now up her tight skirt, molding to her skin. He sucked on her tongue gently and she took his in the same manner. Her hands were now at the back of his neck, pulling him further and deeper down to her.

  Marcus was a good french kisser. The way his lips slid across hers in the most intimate manner and the manner in which his tongue invaded her mouth lovingly told her that he was no stranger to seducing women to far more private places than the darkened hallway of a night club.

  Tanya felt his fingers against the lace edge of her panties resting at her hips. She parted from the kiss, dropping her head back against the wall to catch her breath.

  He pressed his face into the crook of her neck and continued kissing her sensuously there. His tongue was hot and roamed slowly across her skin.

  Oh God, what was she doing? But it felt so good…

  “Can I have your
name?” he whispered against her throat.

  “No,” she whispered back.

  His fingers slipped under the lace of her panties. “I don’t like being told no.”

  She gasped. “Too bad.” Yet, she parted her legs slightly, inviting him closer.

  His erection, hard and long, pressed the side of her hip. The thought of him getting excited because of her turned her on even more. He molded his palm to her ass again, this time skin to skin…and she let him. His warm palm felt good against her globes.

  “Damn.” He groaned.

  “Like it?” She teased, meeting his gaze just as it glossed over with lust.

  “Fuck yeah.” His fingers were now brushing past the lips of her pussy.

  Her body quivered involuntarily. Only minutes had passed, but she was moist and craved something more than his sexy voice and smooth charm. Something bigger than his fingers…

  “Marcus, I don’t do this often.” She loved the way his name sounded, loved saying it.

  “There’s a first time for each and everything we do.” He slipped his fingers between her wet slit, and his lips vibrated against the crook of her neck as he groaned against her skin. “You’re wet.”

  “Yes.” Tanya bit into her lip to keep from crying out as he stroked her. She dropped her head against his chest. He worked her like a pro, sliding two digits in and out of her. Her skirt was now bunched way up her hips. Anyone could have passed them in the darkened hallway and seen her ass bare against the wall with his hands between her legs, but she didn’t care.

  “I bet your pussy is just as sweet as your mouth.”

  “You bet on a lot of things.”

  “I’ve been told that many times before.” He chuckled. “And you know what?”

  Was he always this direct? Smooth talking? A woman seducer?

  “What?” Her nails dug firmly into his arm when the pad of his thumb rubbed back and forth across her swollen clit.

  “I’m usually right.” He pushed two fingers up into her, tipping her g-spot.

  “Oh…” She nearly choked on her own excitement.

  “Oh what?”

  She clenched around his fingers, as he pulled her closer and closer into a heated frenzy. “I…it feels good.”

  “Good is not enough,” he said. “I aim for extraordinary.”

  “What does extraordinary entail exactly?”

  “Would you rather I tell you or show you?”

  Tanya looked up, regarding him carefully.

  He arched a thick and perfect eyebrow.

  Was he serious? This was all too easy. But it felt right. And scandalous. She answered him with a kiss, taking his mouth with the same urgent need he’d done with her.

  “Back at the store yesterday…” She panted in between kisses, pausing to meet his tongue in dance. “I did you a favor.”

  “How can I forget…?”

  “How did you say it…would you mind helping me with something?” she asked, shyly.

  “Of course,” he said, devilishly.

  “Make me forget what normal feels like.” She couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth.

  “Let me guess. You’re recently single. Had a bad split with your ex, and you’re feeling adventurous with your newly found freedom. Adventurous and...ready for someone wilder.”

  Damn, he sure wasn’t one to hold back what he was thinking.

  “Something like that.” The truth was her situation was exactly like that. He’d read her like the legend on a map. He understood well what she wanted. “Well…can you do that?”

  “Only if you come with me. You and I, alone. I’ll make it worth your while.”

  “I…” Tanya bit into her lip. She needed to take this risk. Wanted what he offered. Sex. Wanted him. Danger and intrigue. And that scared her. Damn, maybe she just needed one good fucking and then she could go back to her life where men like Marcus didn’t exist and where encounters like this would never happen. Not to her, at least.

  “I can take you up against the wall right here.” He ground his erection into her pelvis. “Or I could take you up against the wall back in my room.”

  The first offer was tempting and dangerous. Sure, she wanted him and wanted him now, but she needed more than a quick romp. The second offer was what she needed. Plus she wanted to see all of his beautiful skin. She wanted him completely naked.

  Without further hesitation, she took his hand, dragged him back down the hall in the direction they came, through the thick crowd of bodies, and out onto the sidewalk into the humid Jamaican night.

  Tanya was surprised at how quick a taxi pulled up to the sidewalk when Marcus hailed it down. Inside, she was partly relieved that the ride came so quickly. At least, she didn’t have a chance to back out. And even if she tried to, the smooth talking Marcus would probably convince her otherwise. The way he clutched her hand possessively, kneading the inside of her palm, made her feel giddy with excitement and lust.

  As the driver pulled off, leaving all her reservations behind at the club, her heart beat wildly in her chest as she contemplated what lay ahead with the dark and mysterious man beside her.

  Chapter Three

  “How long have you been staying here?” Tanya asked just as the taxi driver pulled up at the front door of the resort where Marcus was staying.

  Marcus pulled a couple of crisp bills from his wallet. “I arrived just yesterday.”

  “My hotel is across the street.” She wondered why she even offered up so much detail. He was still a stranger. A stranger that she planned to have sex with.

  “Nice coincidence.” He grinned. “I’m not surprised though. It’s a popular spot. Both hotels are rated six stars. In close proximity to the beach, night clubs, and shopping. More proof that you have great taste.”

  Before she could say another word, the taxi driver opened the door for them and ushered them outside. As soon as they climbed into the elevator, Marcus pulled her into his chest and stole another kiss, rendering her senseless.

  “Wait…” She pulled apart, but his lips remained on her face, raining kisses across her chin. “Do you do this often?”

  “Do what?”

  The dial on the elevator continued to rise slowly. The buttons on the panel displayed up to the number six. They were now on level four.

  “Meet up with strange women all the time and take them to bed.”

  He lifted an eyebrow. “Do you really want to know the answer to that?”

  She thought twice about it, and figured the less she knew about him the better. Marcus would assist her with one thing and one thing only. She would have no regrets later. “No.” She pressed against him and cupped his erection.

  He groaned through clenched teeth. “The answer is no.”

  “What?” She took her hand away, but he reached down and pressed it firm against him again.

  He was big and hard, and she swore she could feel him throbbing against her palm.

  “I don’t meet up with strange woman all the time like this,” he said, as the elevator cab came to a halt. “You’re different. Tempting. Innocent. And besides, I plan to take you in more places than just a bed.”

  Tanya blushed. “Innocent, huh?” She vowed to herself to prove him wrong. Her hands found their way inside his jeans and soon she was gripping his rod. “Is this innocent to you?”

  For once, he had no reply. His forehead was creased and mouth slightly parted open as she worked her fingers up and down his pole. He had to be at least eight inches in her hand, but the more she stroked him the more he lengthened. She concluded that he was a good nine, give or take a quarter. She’d been neglected long enough and her pussy clenched in anticipation of having all of him stuffed inside her.

  “Two can play this game.” He backed her out of the elevator when the doors opened and pushed her firm against the wall with her palm still wrapped around him.

  She ran her palm up and down the length of him, slowly.

  “Like it?” he teased.


  She grinned, her tongue sliding across her bottom lip. Her fingers found his silky crown where he seemed to be the hottest. “Depends on what you can do with it.”

  Because of the lateness of the night, there was no one on the floor with them. The bulbs hanging from the ceilings were dimmed to almost a glow, hiding them in the shadows of the hallway.

  “A challenge?” His eyes were hungry with lust.

  “Y—” Her breath rasped in her throat when he peeled her top down baring her breasts.

  He bowed his head to take a nipple between that sexy mouth of his. His tongue was hot as it lapped and sucked at her.

  “Oh my God.” What was she doing? She’d teased this man and now he was seducing her. Anyone could have walked out on them. She wasn’t some whore to be fucked in the center of the hallway. No, she wasn’t. Yet, she grabbed his shoulders and pushed her breasts to his lips like a wanton damsel.

  His lips felt good against her areolas and his mouth was hot against her nipples. Not a bone or nerve in her body wanted him to stop. Her head fell back against the wall as he continued his exploration up and down her neck, alternating between licks and nips.

  His kisses trailed upward, taking her lips once more. “Damn. You taste just as good as you look.”

  “Oh yeah?” she teased. “Well that’s only a sample.”

  Marcus moaned. “A tease. And I love it.”

  He hoisted her up, grabbing her bottom, wrapped her thighs around his hips, and began taking them toward what she hoped was his room.

  Once inside he kicked the door shut with his shoes and walked toward the bed. He rained kissed on her shoulders as she undid the buttons on his shirt. Her fingers glided along the ridges and toned flesh on his chest, before finally resting against the waistband of his pants.

  “Let me see you undress.” He stepped back, his eyes fixed on her body.