Heart of Christmas...Chapter 3

The bushes made a slight "whoosh" sound as they closed behind Tarzan and he moved to stand directly in front of Jane. His eyes locked with hers, but he did not speak. Jane took one look at him and found her voice had totally left her. She felt the same way she did the night she accidentally caught Tarzan showering under the waterfall...stunned, transfixed and speechless.

His long golden hair had been brushed away from his face and the glow from the twinkling Christmas lights highlighted all the various shades and hues until his head almost seemed to sparkle. He had a half smile on his gorgeous face, that looked indecisive and apprehensive at the same time...but it was his clothes that shocked her. Tarzan was wearing jeans, and Jane had never seen a pair of jeans look better on any male...ever. The jeans rode low on his narrow hips and his well muscled legs tightened the material across his thighs. His legs were long, but the jeans were even longer, hanging down to brush the floor and cover most of his feet except for his long toes that peeked out from under the hem. He stood with one hip cocked slightly higher than the other and the opposite shoulder dropped as if he were getting used to the way the jeans felt on his body. His long arms hung at his sides, big hands relaxed. The pose reminded her of models she had seen in magazines. His shirt was a buttery beige color and his broad shoulders pulled the soft cloth a little taut across his huge chest, before tapering to his slim waist and disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. Jane's mouth went totally dry as she looked at the waistband of those jeans, knowing that they rode way below his hips. She looked him up and down... twice, before she found her voice.

"Ummm, Nikki?" It was all Jane could think of to say and besides, those few words were all that Jane could manage to croak out.

Tarzan smiled at the funny way Jane's voice sounded, then he took a step closer to her. He straightened his stance and looked down at her from his full height. "Nikki is in the den with Aunt Kathleen, shaking presents that are under the Christmas tree." Tarzan took another step closer to Jane ... " Can I do that too ? Shake presents I mean?"
Jane studied his face but could not tell if he was serious or not. She did not have time to think about it, because Tarzan did not wait for an answer, but instead, reached for her hand and pulled her through the leaves towards the back of the atrium.

"Aunt Kathleen and Nikki have eaten. Our supper is back here," he said as they made their way through the foliage.

A few more steps brought Jane and Tarzan to the small open area in front of the French doors. A small table had been set up and two tall tapered candles burned softly in the middle of the table. Ever the gentleman, Tarzan pulled out the chair for Jane, just like his Aunt Kathleen had taught him. As Jane sat, she could feel Tarzan lean close, felt his face in her hair, heard the long "sniff" that let her know he was scenting her. It brought a longing to Jane's heart that almost cracked her in half. She still had no idea what to say to him or how to bridge this gap. She watched as Tarzan took the silver covers off their salads and reached to set hers in front of her. The candle was tall and his arm brushed the flame, but he did not even blink. Jane saw the quick flare that signaled to her that at least some part of his shirt was on fire.

Jane jumped to her feet and grabbed Tarzan's arm, quickly turning it over to look for a burn. All she found was a small black hole in the sleeve of his shirt. Sliding the button open at his wrist, Jane rolled the sleeve up past his forearm and again checked him for a burn. But she found nothing. Tarzan stood quietly at her side, saying nothing, his eyes on her face, watching her movements.

Jane reached for his other arm and rolled that sleeve up too, took a deep breath, turned and walked to the French doors, seeing nothing outside but dark, her thoughts a jumbled mess.
Tarzan walked to Jane and turned her to face him. He could easily see Jane's face in the glow of the Christmas lights. He could see sadness and it hurt him to know Jane felt that way.

His big hands captured her face and his thumb moved softly over her lips. The first tear that escaped her eyes was captured by his lips in the softest of kisses. And he heard the sob that Jane tried to trap in her chest.
"Tarzan I am so sor..." Tarzan stopped Jane's words with a soft kiss. His huge hands still holding her head in place, his thumbs stroking her cheeks.

He laid his head on top of hers, pulled her face to his chest and said, "Aunt Kathleen always says "we will work it out" so that is what I am saying to you. We will work it out, Jane . We have to because you are my heart and I cannot live without you."

The sob Jane had been holding back came rushing out, but as soon as she took a breath, Tarzan's mouth hit hers, his fingers tightening in her hair till it hurt. His mouth opened and he tasted her over and over as his tongue swirled and danced with hers. Jane was almost standing on her tiptoes to reach him so Tarzan slid an arm under her butt and lifted her, moving slowly towards the back wall of the atrium, where he stopped and wedged Jane in between his body and the smooth interior wall . Her legs wrapped around his waist and his mouth slanted over hers again and again as if he could not get enough of her.

Jane stuck both hands in his hair and returned his kiss, tracing the inside of his lip with her tongue and pulling on his lip with her teeth

Long fingers moved beneath her shirt and traced circles on her belly before sliding the front catch of her bra open. Jane loved the feeling of him squeezing her breast under her new Christmas sweater. A boost from Tarzan's arm raised her higher and his head disappeared under her sweater so he could replace his hand with his mouth. Jane moaned at the first contact of his moist lips on her nipple and her legs tightened as he sucked and licked, first one breast then the other.

Tarzan raised his head and stared at Jane as he sucked gulps of air into his lungs. Then he kissed her again...not a chaste peck on the lips or even a slanted open mouth kiss, he kissed her with his heart and soul and a mouth that was fully open and locked on hers. His free hand unzipped his jeans and worked them down over his hips. He broke contact with Jane only long enough to unzip her jeans and pull them off her body. With one arm behind her shoulders and one arm around her hips, Tarzan slid into Jane...deep. The gravity of her body weight allowing her to take all of Tarzan... she felt as he if were touching her womb and she marveled at the feel of it. She clung to him as he slammed into her softness repeatedly, her moans echoing around the atrium, matched only by the growls running from his throat. When she came, she felt as if her whole body spasmed and she could barely breathe. Tarzan reacted differently. He threw his head back and roared. The roar was that of an adult male lion. One that had bonded with his mate...and knew it.

Tarzan collapsed against Jane. Even though she was still trapped against him and the wall, she was not uncomfortable. His golden head lay against her upper chest and she could see a glistening sheen of sweat on his body. She played with the long hair at the back of his head as their breathing calmed and she felt a sense of loss when he slipped out of her body.

"Are you alright?" Jane heard a worried voice ask. Glancing down she saw a frown on Tarzan's face and she realized he was worried that he had hurt her

"I am fine," she reassured him gently, her fingers still idly playing with his hair.

Tarzan straightened and turned to carry Jane towards the futon bed in the corner... but he stumbled and Jane laughed and laughed. Tarzan's new jeans were around his ankles and had tripped him up. Any other man would have dropped her and probably fallen. The look on Tarzan's face was priceless as he kicked one foot, then the other, leaving the jeans in a heap by the door.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" Tarzan asked, as he walked gracefully towards the futon

" Yes, my heart," was Jane's reply...