Jane Porter sat down on the ground trying to catch her breath. She didn't know how much time they were running. But now this huge bush surrounding them functioned as refuge.
She eyed her fugitive partner sitting beside her. The man wasn't even perspiring. How was it possible? During fifteen minutes he had carried her on his arms, the time her organism needed to energize and revive. He seemed even offended when she requested him to set her on her feet.
The Detective watched as he threw his shoes and socks away. "What are you doing?"
He smirked. "They are useless and slow me when I run."
Three buttons flew off the shirt when his hand ripped its sleeves exposing his broad chest to her gaze. She forced herself to detach her eyes from him at the same time she hid her hands under her legs. She needed to hold them tight trying to resist the temptation of caressing those enticing pectorals.
'Damn! Somebody should punish that man for causing a hormonal congestion on my blood stream.' She quietly puffed commanding herself. 'Come on girl, talk something and stop gazing at his crotch.' "We are lost in a wood." She pointed the obvious. "This place must be miles away from New York City. How do we end up here?"
"On the Greystoke's roof there is a hangar with two helicopters. Any of them could have brought us here." He looked around. "But I don't know where is here…"
The Detective leaned on the bush. A helicopter had possibly brought them here, it was a logical idea but some questions still rounded through her mind. "Who and why?"
"Katherine wanted to know if we knew about certain plan, an operation that they were carrying out."
"And you were whiling to answer all her questions." Why she was telling him this? She was illogically angry and shocked to hear her own voice assuring, "You like that bitch."
"No!" He categorically affirmed. "The only person I want to be with is sitting by my side."
"Yeah,
right" under her sarcastic tone she hid a little happy smile.
What's wrong with her? She hardly knew him. Why did she felt
this way?
"I can't lie." He beamed, "neither you."
"Bullshit!"
"Katherine injected us a serum that forces us to say the truth and nothing but the truth."
"Amen!" She rolled her eyes. "You're watching too much TV boy…"
He didn't reply quickly. This situation should be considerer carefully. A mocking smile was drawn by his lips. "You can't lie. You have to tell the truth each time I make a question." He knew her and knew what button he should press to direct her where he wanted. "You can't lie even if you want."
The trap was spread waiting for her and she stepped ahead. "No one could force me to say something I don't want to say."
His smile grew wide. "Really?"
"Of course!" She was trap without escape.
Slowly he leaned in approaching his lips almost brushing hers, "Do you want to make love with me?" He enjoyed watching her blushing face.
At
first she hesitated but then her stubborn natural gesture sprouted
when categorically she assured, "nnnyyes." She startled hearing
her own voice. Stubbornly she tried again, "nnnyyyes." She kicked
the ground. "Damn!" One more time. "NNNNYES." He simply
couldn't stop laughing as she tried to deny unsuccessfully, over
and over again, what truly she wanted. "Damn you. Shut up!"
Several curses followed that statement, words that shouldn't be on
a lady's mouth.
She was a controlled woman, it couldn't be
happening to her. Angrily she conceded, "Ok, you're hot, I admit
it. But it implies that I want to pull down your pants and make love
to you all night long." When she finished her sentence she realized
that she forgot to mention the word 'don't' before
'implies'.
He couldn't control himself anymore. He cupped her cheek and kissed her. Their tongues danced an erotic ballet. God, how he loved this woman! When he pulled back he affectionately murmured, "I love the red on your face."
His words ignited her anger once more. "Don't dare to make fun of me!"
His expression became serious. "I'm not joking. I don't want to screw you. I need more than one night of hot sex. And believe me, the sex between two of us is more than hot." His hands slide tenderly down to her shoulders as he assured. "We will grow old together."
She swallowed hard. "But you don't even know me…"
"I do." His expression face softened as his love flooded his gaze. "Every morning you need your hot shower, your five minutes exercises and your dark bitter coffee to start the day." His eyes sparkled playfully, "You have a spider tattoo on your lower abdomen, on the right side. You joke about it saying that is your wild side." His hands kept their way down caressing her arms, brushing her breast, then his fingers entangled hers. "You love to dinner under a candle light but hate cooking. You detest when someone press the middle of the toothpaste. The right is your side of the bed." He chuckled, "And when you are tense a massage on the lower part of your back always calm you down."
She was still looking at his expressive aqua eyes. "How can you know so many things about me?"
"Because… you are the woman of my dreams." He said before her lips were caught by his mouth.
She slowly opened her eyes coming back from the blissful world of pleasure he had driven her.
Jane moved carefully trying not to wake up the naked and gorgeous body that rested above her.
Her hands began to glide playfully over his sweaty and muscular back. Tenderly she pulled him to her and held him closer. She even enjoyed feeling his breathing on her neck as he slept!
'The drug should affect some unknown area of my brain forcing this illogical behavior on me.' There wasn't another logical explanation for the teenage blissful emotions this man awaked on her. God! She wasn't a stupid little lady who with two or three nice words could be easily taken to bed. She had played under-the-sheet's game before, why did he affect her that way?
Her mind tried to explain the source of her bizarre manners while her hands folded his butt.
'It should be illegal to feel so well!'
She had never lost control over her own actions before, no matter what she did. And God knows that she wasn't naive on bed. But what happened to her body and mind with this man was surprising, blissfully unexpected. His master hands made her went crazy each time he touched her. It seemed he knew inch by inch the geography of her body.
A mischievously smile danced on her lips.
'Michael, Michael, Michael. I never expected to find a man that could dethrone you from my sex pole position. But do you know what? He makes me cry louder than you…'
She pressed firmly her lips trying to hold back her laughter. It would be absolutely embarrassing to explain the reason why she roared with laughter if he woke up.
Tears rolled on her cheek but at the end she could control herself.
John Clayton Jr. was different from any man she had known before. His mixture of savagism and kindness overwhelmed her. On the city he was a gentleman but here in the country he transformed himself… she didn't find the proper word to describe him. She could swear that he even moved as a simian when he picked her up to climb a tree.
Since she had met the atypical heir her mind had forgotten Michael and what he did to her. This man was a puzzle and she loved to solve riddles. Did she want to discover what he was hidden behind his civilized façade? Or was she frightened to discover that he wasn't so different from the man who had broken her heart?
She smirked. She couldn't fall in love with him so easily no matter how charming or amazing he was on bed. Besides, she didn't know if he would want to see her again when the end of their adventure arrive. 'Open your eyes girl. He is a wealthy man and you are nothing more than another mark on his long list. No matter what he had said, he only wanted to sleep with you.'
While her mind traveled through the tortured road of her bitter facts her eyes noticed a drop of blood on his left shoulder.
'When did he get hurt?' Their intercourse hadn't been soft but she didn't realize that she had hurt him. Before her finger could touch his shoulder, before her eyes, a red line furrowed toward his upper leg opening his flesh. "John!" She shook him hard. "You're bleeding!"
He moaned angrily. He didn't want to wake up and find out that his dream was over again. But when he opened his eyes Jane's worried face was watching him. He couldn't suppress his smile. "You're here!"
"You're bleeding!" She repeated forcing him to sit up. "How…?"
He smile grew wide. "Oh! This…" He cleaned the spot with his bare hand tinting it with red. "I knew that the panther curb will scratch my shoulder." He watched his red palm and shook his head smiling. "I shouldn't get him off the tree."
"What curb?" She screamed stunned. She hated when she couldn't understand what was happening around her. "What are you talking about?"
He startled. She didn't know about his dream, about his other life.
Indeed it wasn't easy to explain.
But he couldn't lie to her if he wanted to share his life with her.
Besides, what it happened today will happen over and over again through all of his life.
It was useless to delay the answer she was looking for but…. Fear climbed to his eyes.
Could she accept the truth or would she deny it as Richard did?
…..
"I think I don't forget anything…"
She looked at John Clayton Jr without mutter a word. What could she say? He had just shared with her his entire life without omitting any detail.
She had contemplated the sad and lonely expression of his face when he spoke about his uncle reaction, how hard was for him to admit that Richard preferred to consider him crazy than loving him.
Although her analytic brain found hard to accept his story she witnessed with her own eyes how the bloody line furrowed his skin. In front of her was the irrefutable proof of what was happening to him. Even a blind couldn't deny that something was going on.
Her mind was trained to tie the facts, it didn't matter how bizarre it seemed to be.
It was undeniable that this man knew each intimate details of her life.
He had described her morning routine as he witnessed it every morning. He even knew how she ordered inside the drawer the underwear according size and color.
But what bewildered her most was that he knew where she had kept her mother's treasure, a picture of Paul McCartney that the singer had signed on the Beatles era.
Michael never knew about it.
The sun began to appear behind the horizon painting blue traces on the sky of the new day.
She slowly stood up stretching her arm. The picture of her naked body against the nascent sun took his breath away. He beamed enjoying the spectacle that she candidly was giving him.
Did she realize how beautiful she was?
And she was his… he was simply the happiest man on earth.
He started to stand up while she picked their clothes up from the ground. "We have to look for a street or a route to be able to find a phone…" His hands playfully slipped all over her back. She instantly froze sensing his hot breath on her neck whispering her name. All she could do was leaning on him as his hand surrounded her waist. "John we need…"
"Call me Tarzan" he whispered nibbling her earlobe.
Her hands couldn't hold the clothes any more. They had more interesting things to do on his body. She spun searching desperately his lips.
The day was young and they could depart later…
