Dark Desire (Touched By You 1) (2 page)

The sudden attack surprised her and she looked up into his eyes. He held her gaze, his hand finding her wet opening. Roughly, he ripp
ed open her shirt and lifted one of her breasts into view, moaning deeply at the sight. His mouth found her nipple and he bit, gently.

The unexpected pain, that should ha
ve warned Natalie, only increased her arousal. "Yes," she whimpered. All the while, she wondered at her own lack of inhibition. She was so comfortable with him, her lack of experience not seeming to matter.

Tanner freed the other creamy, round breast and swirled his tongue around the areola, sending pre-orgasmic waves through her excited pussy. Arching her back, she pressed her clit toward him, craving release. He seemed to read her mind.

With her still in his arms, he turned and placed her on a long cushioned seat, positioning her so her legs were wide apart. Naïve though she was, Natalie was swept up in the overpowering emotion of the moment and allowed him this intimacy. She knew she should be embarrassed in this private scene, and had no idea why she was not.

Natalie, beyond even blushing, massaged her own breasts as she had done many times when pleasuring herself. She w
itnessed her own brazen actions but was unable to repress her desires, such was her erotic delirium. Tanner's eyes went wide at the taboo self-touching. He leaned down to her sweet pussy, plunged his nose into her soft pubic hair and breathed in, like an animal checking its prey. His tongue found her wet slit and he stroked with his tongue, tasting the hot cream between her legs.

His tongue dipped inside her moist slit. He felt his cock press against his jeans, ready to explode. Using the tip of his tongue, he touched her clit, relishing the lovely feminine moan she rewarded him with. He held her outer lips open with his thumb and forefinger, blow
ing lightly on her sensitive tissue. She writhed in sensation, arching her back and pressing her naked sex upward, pleading for more. That a man could pleasure her this way, amazed her.

Tanner kissed her on the very tip of her clit, which she felt deep within
her core. He nipped her pubic area, over and over, lightly with his teeth. She felt a twinge of fear mixed with ecstasy. "Please, please," she gasped, rolling her head from side to side. Coming to her aid, he stroked his tongue along her wetness, and swirled his tongue around her clit, sending convulsions of pleasure through her.

Unable to hold back, she cried out, letting the strong orgasm take her away. The release was needed and she felt gratitude for the gift of sensual pleasure. She
'd never had an orgasm with a man watching her before. Yet, the idea that she was naughty only added to the titillating experience.

Tanner worked her relentlessly until the la
st beautiful waves stilled. Natalie was quiet, eyes closed. He reached up to stroke her cheek, admiring the flushed glow on her face. The lovely sight of her naked pussy was still exposed to him.

His cock was dripping inside his jeans and he cursed himself for not having a condom with him. He had
n't expected to need one. He leaned over, giving Natalie a slow, sensual kiss. He knew of a nearby place where he could take her. He had to be inside her. Nothing else would do. "Let's go somewhere, baby," he whispered to her.

She'd have done anything for him at that moment. "Okay," she replied, trusting him. He helped her sit up and watched
her rearrange her bra and button her top. Some buttons were now lost, but the ones still there, held the blouse closed, sort of. Adoringly, he smoothed her hair and helped her stand. For what seemed like an eternity to Natalie, he held her tightly in his arms. She felt so safe and happy. And very aware of his hardness pressed urgently against her.

"Okay," he said, at last. "Go tell your friends I'll take you home." She nodded. "I need to know who you are," he added, holding the door closed for a moment longer.

Natalie looked at his beautiful face, lit with arousal and marveled that he found her attractive. Next to him, she felt so average. What had just happened seemed like a dream come true. Surely, a magic spell had been cast over her.

              "Natalie Baker. I live in Oakland, graduating from High School soon. This evening, I ditched prom night and came here, instead." There was a moment of silence. They looked at each other and she added with complete honesty, "I'm glad I did."

His eyes gleamed with pleasure. "I'm Tanner," he said simply, and led her out the door.

Tanner held her hand, tightly. In silence, they strolled through the empty walkway, music booming through the building, locating the tunnel to Natalie's seat. Bef
ore she went to tell her girlfriend goodbye, Tanner grabbed her roughly, pulling her to him and giving her a lip-bruising kiss. Releasing her, he nodded toward the tunnel, indicating she should go.

The look in his eyes held a
longing, mixed with a sternness she couldn't place. His face remained impassive, only his blue eyes gleamed - with what? The subtle change in his expression caught her attention, interrupting her state of bliss. She hesitated before turning to walk down the tunnel.

Natalie searched for her seat
, her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkened concert hall. The song that had been playing when she was in the walkway dreading to leave Tanner, even for these few short minutes, had just ended. The group on stage was preparing for their next number.

She'd really looke
d forward to this concert. At the moment, she couldn't care less. She did hear the song echoing off the sound proofing, as the music started up again. She knew the lyrics by heart from her
Save Your Soul
-disc that she'd played too many times to count. "I don't want you to walk away. You must be the one." The words seemed to speak to her as they always did.

She grabbed her jacket off her seat and sat next to her friend, whispering in her ear, "I met someone."

"Who did you meet?"  Her friend shot a glance toward Natalie, who was glad it was dark so she could hide the emotions racing through her.

"Tanner," she replied. "I just met him. Anyway, I've got a ride. I'll see you back home."

"Be careful," was all her friend replied and lifted her hand in a short wave before turning back to the concert.

She hurried back up the tunnel, struggling to get her jacket on as she walked. The instant she was in the light of the walkway, she looked for Tanner.  Her heart raced with anticipation. At first, she didn't see him. Maybe he'd gone somewhere to sit down. But that didn't really make sense. He knew she'd be right back. Natalie walked first one direction and then the other, but the walkway was empty except for a couple of uniformed ushers.

A bolt of panic stabbed into her. Maybe he left. Still, she stood near the tunnel to her seat, waiting and watching. He'd appear in a minute. Time dragged by, and slowly with much regret, she had to admit to herself that he'd vanished. The loss washed over her.

She leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. She
covered her face with her hands and began sobbing. It was too much. How could she be so silly to think he'd want her? She'd never met a man like Tanner. No one had ever excited her like that and she knew no one else ever would. But he was gone.

Emptiness clenched in her chest and the void he left threatened to drag her under. She sat ther
e until the concert finished when her friend found her, slumped against the wall. She got up, slowly, and left to go home. Her friend plied her with questions, but Natalie just stared blankly, with tears streaming down her cheeks and pain stabbing her heart.

Leaving home was bittersweet for Natalie. She still couldn't believe she'd gotten into The New York Design Institute, and with a scholarship she desperately needed. There was her name at the top of the form, Natalie Christine Baker. It was really happening. She'd read the acceptance so many times, the paper was tattered. She folded it and slipped it into her bag.

"Are you okay, honey?" Her mom looked at her, already knowing the truth, but needing to hear it. Emma Baker had raised her daughters, alone. Nicolas Hughes had abandoned them when she was pregnant with Jazmin, who was just a year younger than Natalie. He was tall, dark and handsome. Emma, an incurable romantic, still loved him and felt the pain of his absence. But Nicolas never married her and he'd never returned, despite her hopes.

"Yes mom." Natalie felt a stab of emotional pain in her heart. Her
mother was still beautiful. Jazmin and she had both inherited her brown hair, brown eyes and clear, pale skin. At age 47, her mom looked more like her older sister than her mother. But cirrhosis of the liver had recently developed, making her ghostly pale. She looked weak and drawn.

Her mother survived rejection from the man she fell in love with, but not without a cost. The only relief she found was in the red wine she enjoyed, a little too much. She'd become an alcoholic somewhere along the way, drowning her sorrow with her poison of choice. And she was paying the price.

Natalie loved her mother dearly. Despite everything, she was a good mother. A seamstress by trade, she'd worked long, tedious hours to support her daughters. Jazmin rejected sewing, choosing to work as a waitress, instead. Natalie was not as outgoing and preferred sticking close to home. She helped with the sewing at a young age and discovered her talent for designing clothes.

Now, she'd be pursuing that passion in New York, one of the world's fashion centers, so different from her hometown of Oakland, California. Excitement swelled inside her. She'd soon be in New York.

Her sister entered the small living room, looking as graceful and gorgeous, as she always did. "Ready to go?" She smiled at her older sister. She'd miss her terribly, but was also happy about Natalie's bright future. It's what Natalie wanted more than anything - to be a fashion designer.

Natalie looked at her thin gold watch. "Yes, I guess we better. I don't want to miss my flight." She eyed her sister in the sleek dress she wore, one of Natalie's designs. "Jazzy, you look ravishing," she smiled. Her sister was three inches taller than Natalie. Plus, she was slender and graceful. Natalie was anything but graceful, and felt a bit too thin. But she beamed inside at her younger sister's good looks. She loved her. They'd always been close.

Emma stood, looking at her daughters, with a strained look on her face. Natalie wasn't sure if it was the illness, or the fact that her oldest daughter was leaving home for the first time. With the illness, some days her mother's discomfort was worse than others. Natalie's heart wrenched at the thought. If only she could make her mother well again. But, she knew that was not to be.

At least, Emma had given up drinking. Physically, she just couldn't tolerate it and both daughters kept a close eye on her. As far as Natalie knew, she'd been sober for several years now. She walked over and gave Emma a tight hug, careful not to squeeze too hard, considering her mother's frail form.

Tears formed in Emma's eyes and she dabbed them with a tissue. She felt joy that Natalie was going to follow her chosen career path. But she'd miss her, more than she could say. Natalie felt sadness press on her heart and wasn't sure she had the strength to leave. "Go now," her mother directed, conveying her support.

Natalie turned and grabbed her bag. She walked toward the car withou
t looking back. She'd start sobbing if she looked at her mother's tearful face. Her luggage was already in the trunk. Jazzy followed her out. The future waited. Whatever it may hold for her, she was ready.

True to form, Jazzy chatted all the way to Oakland International Airport. Her cheerful banter did nothing to sooth the butterflies in Natalie's stomach. She'd never been to New York. Actually, she'd never been anywhere on a plane before.

The furthest she'd been was San Francisco, to eat at the restaurants or enjoy a concert. The thought of the concert where she'd had the encounter with the gorgeous stranger came to mind. Her heart pounded faster. She'd always remembered that night. She'd looked for Tanner every time she went to a concert - certain he wouldn't be there - yet hopeful.
Can you love someone you don’t even know?

Maybe, but he'd created an effect on her that no other man had, before or since. He seemed bold and dangerous, almost violent, which excited and confused her. Plus, he was breathtakingly gorgeous. In those few minutes they'd been toge
ther, she'd experienced a dark desire that she couldn't quell. Really, she didn't want to. Eternally, she wanted to hold the memory of that special moment of being in his arms. At least, she had that.

It didn't matter that he'd disappeared. That was four years ago, the years she'd gone to Oakland City College to save her funds for design school. Time muted the pain of the insult. She knew she wasn't his type.
She was plain and very average in most ways. The only thing she had a chance of doing well was designing clothes. How could he possibly be impressed by that?

She looked over at her sister, who would be much more his type.
Jazzy's thick, light brown hair fluffed out, just so. And her brown eyes had a bit of a copper tint, making them alluring. Natalie had designed clothes for years and Jazzy had been her willing model. And model she was, all 5 feet 9 inches of her.