Colette Gale - [The Erotic Adventures of Jane in the Jungle Part II] by Entangled Page A

thoughtful.
    To her relief, he didn’t watch her eat. She feared he would sit and gaze at her like she was an animal in a zoo. Instead, he drank from another cup, tossed a handful of berries into his own mouth, then turned and walked across the small room.
    Jane watched him, realizing she’d never seen him actually walk. And he didn’t precisely walk. He…strode. No, he…stalked. Prowled. Like a cat. With smooth and precise movements, covering the small space in four masterful strides.  
    He had long hair that reached past his shoulder blades, and it was in a style she’d never seen before encountering him. Long, soft coils. Springy to the touch, about the width of a finger. His body, though very muscular, was nevertheless lean. And although he was covered from the waist down, she had a view of his broad shoulders and the sleek muscles of his back.
    When he turned, she realized he’d been digging in one of the trunks she’d noticed last night. And now he held a… book . He looked at her, and the expression in his face nearly broke her heart.
    It was a combination of apprehension and hope. Fear and determination. Question and trust. His eyes were so blue.
    Jane sat up, holding the blanket modestly over her breasts. “What is it?” she asked, uncertain what caused such a range of emotion. “Is that yours?”
    He brought the book and sat next to her on the bed. His warm skin brushed against her arm and Jane had to draw in a steadying breath when his touch seemed to sear into her, leaving a residual mark.
    The book was old, filled with large images and simple words. A child’s pictorial dictionary. Jane noticed his knuckles were white as he held the book open in his lap, and felt intensity quivering from his very being. Apprehension? Hope? What was it?
    He pointed to the drawing of a woman. “Woman,” he said, his voice low and rumbly. Then he pointed to a man. “Man,” he said with more confidence.
    Jane nodded next to him; they had already established his mastery of those words. Man. Woman.  
    Zaren. Jane.
    Man fuck woman. The phrase popped into her head suddenly and she almost gasped at her mind’s inappropriate waywardness. Zaren fuck Jane. Oh, yesss ….She closed her eyes for a moment to control her heightened breathing.
    She didn’t think the word fuck would appear in the child’s book. But she was certain it wouldn’t be difficult to communicate that, at least.
    He pointed to another picture, then looked at her. “Woof.” There was question in his blue eyes now.
    The word under the picture said dog . Jane pointed to the drawing and said, “Dog.” Then she made a barking sound, like a woof . Zaren looked at her, quizzically, then, humor in his eyes, he barked back at her.
    His sounded much more authentic. So much so that she looked around to make certain there wasn’t a real dog in the vicinity.
    Then, his sensual lips still quirked with humor, he looked back down at the book. “Dawg. Dog. Woof?” Then he turned quickly through the pages of the book, which had clearly been thumbed through many times. She caught flashes of birds, beetles and butterflies, apples, bananas, beds, elephants, tigers, and…a wolf.
    Zaren pointed at the picture of a wolf. “Woof. Dog.”
    Now she understood. The pictures were similar and yet different. She pointed to the trees growing around the wolf, the impression of a rugged environment. Then she traced a finger around the animal itself. “Wolf.” She turned the pages of the book back to the picture of the dog, which stood next to a family. “Dog.” She gestured to the father, mother and child next to their pet.
    Zaren frowned at the pictures for a long while, flipping back and forth, murmuring the two different words. Then at last he looked at her, comprehension shining in his blue eyes. He made a gruntlike sound that sounded like an affirmative.
    She smiled at him, and for a moment, she thought she might simply tumble into his gaze and stay there forever.