Tarzan (Rated R)

Chapter 4 - Savior

I lie down in a significance of silence staring into nothing in the ceiling wondering about Justine and my life back home, my phone was destroyed during this whole ordeal in my life, and I don't believe there would be any signal here anyway. Just what am I missing out there now, is my mom worried? Is there is search party thing for me? All these unanswered questions but the real problem that nearly has me nauseous is never seeing 'Him' again. How long has it been since I've been bed - well ... Rock ridden; my wounds are still as apparent as ever, but the pain has become tolerable.

I can sit up again and move my muscles without dying inside. Is this the first chapter of meeting the love of your life after a life-threatening accident? Or just with Mafia books. Speaking of which I need to update my stories, so many words I want to pour into my pages, now that life has restarted for me but for now let me focus on my surroundings.

Words I've literally never thought I'd think before, I look beyond feeling a ghost of a smile on my face at the new way of thinking when suddenly my nose picked up a familiar scent, my heart picked up its pace. Am I having a heart attack? biting my cheek to not fan girl when I felt body heat on the right side of my body with soft breaths. Erratic breaths break out from me, and I can feel the sweat coming down. I Know I'm a naturally awkward person but this feeling is all new.

"Rowan"? I softly breathed, fighting to keep my nervousness at bay. My experiences with men have been nothing short of awkward, especially in the presence of the Tarzan man. Just as the name left my mouth, I watch his head lean into my view as a response. Deep blue eyes filled with a calm emotion, I couldn't help the feeling, the way my body melted like butter.

He says no words as always, just stares at me curiously, so entranced by the color of deep blue I hadn't noticed how close he was getting, our nose nearly touching, large, toned arms trap my body inside. Can he hear my heartbeat? can he sense what he is doing to me? Even up close - no flaws, no blemishes, no zits nothing. I just hope for my sake he sees the same. I gasp when his head suddenly dips to my right ear, our cheeks almost touching.

"Rowan" I whisper, nearly moaning at the close proximity of the beautiful man, as usual no words. I know he can speak; I just keep forgetting he doesn't speak my language. The very man that saved my life and I cannot communicate with him, how can I thank him properly. My face turns hot at how those words spewed in my head and the answer to those questions caused a pool in my pussy. I feel him smelling me, almost wondering what I am and where I am from. Is he curious about women in general? Or black women?

Suddenly I felt his hands slithering underneath my body; one hand cupping my nape and the other holding a comfortable position on my back. With no efforts from me at all, I feel myself being lifted, so gently and nurtured as if holding a wrapped newborn.

"What are you-" I saw it than, food.

Crisp brown meat with what looks like sauce resembling barbecue smeared smoothly on every corner, not to thick not to thin, rice so white and fresh with sides of vegetables placed neatly on a crisp lettuce - like bowl. The food looked simply immaculate and delicious just like the man towering above me. A slight chuckle from my right pulls me out of my trance, looking over at him I felt my heart leap, the smile he gives me with those pearly white teeth was handcrafted thoroughly by God himself. I could stare at him forever; he slowly stops the laughter and brings his hand up to my face carefully, staring at my lips.

Toned body with a slight tan flex with the jerk of his moving limb, eyes so deep and blue, If I could die in one peaceful way.

It would be just by looking at his eyes.

I lean into his palm unconsciously inhaling that smell of coconuts again, I'm a Caribbean woman I know tropical smells. Thumb seductively traces my cheeks until he gets to my lips slowly. I've seen this before, he is prepping me for a kiss, this is his way of asking for permission.