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 not even 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…

….

Both were tired. None of them knew how long they were walking. The sun started to hide behind the skyline. The night was coming again for second time on their journey. The landscape had lightly changed, the light on the horizon showed the human presence.

The first building they could sight was a garner. It was the perfect place where they could spend the night. Clandestinely the couple entered into the warehouse looking for a spot where they could sleep. Both were exhausted and the straw was the best mattress they could find.

Hardly the detective leaned her head on the unusual bed she was sleeping. John slept lightly a couple of hours but suddenly his stomach grunted loudly waking him up.

He had seen some fruit trees near the barn. She was deeply sleeping so he silently slipped out of the straw mattress. He looked around smelling, it wouldn't take him too much time to gather some fruit for their breakfast.

Jane stretched her arms but she kept sleeping without noticing her adventure partner had gone. But suddenly something cold touched her forehead. Her hand tried to toss it away but her finger hit a cold iron. The detective opened her eyes finding a shotgun pointing to her head.

"You're in a privet property lady." An angry man spit.

She sighted around, there wasn't a single trace of the heir. Her eyes returned to the barrel on her temple. "You're right sir. I should apologize to trespass into your property."

The man stepped back sneering. "Nice try lady but it won't prevent me to shot you…"

She sat up slowly. "I'm sorry sir. You're right, you should call the police. I would appreciate if you do it."

He smirked. "Maybe I can shot you before I call the police."

"Please sir." She insisted, "Could you call the police, I'm a New York police detective..."

Now he laughed. "Oh! That is a good joke. You are on the other side of the States lady ..." But he couldn't finish his phrase. Something held him from behind lifting him across the air. All he could see was the ceiling of the barn. The terrified man shot twice until the rifle was pulled down by a hand. The man started to scream, "Ya gonna put me down right now, you freak of nature!"

"As you wish" Tarzan said raising the man higher.

Before he could smash the farmer on the floor Jane yelled a big "No!" stopping him.

"He wanted to shot you!"

"I know" She leaned a hand on his chest, "I know, but we are into his property. He had the right to get angry and call the police." Under her touch the jungle man relaxed. "And we need him to call the police."

"But if he wants to hurt you…"

She smiled, "I doubt it." Her hand massaged his powerful chest, "Are you gonna try to hurt us sir?" The terrified man shook his head. She held a laugh, it was the devil inside her, the situation was funny to her. "I think you can put him down. Slowly… please don't hurt him. We need him to call the police."

John's arms lowered and freed the petrified farmer who didn't dare to move. His gaze was fixed on the blond savage man. "Sir…" Jane called him smoothly but the man didn't react. "Sir…" She insisted loud. "Could you call the police please?"

The man seemed to come out of a trance, his hand searched into his trousers pocket and took the cell phone out. As he started to speak explaining what was happening, relieved, she sighed.

The nightmare was over.

The detective raised her eyes meeting John's gaze.

She only could see sadness inside his eyes.

Jane was comfortably sitting on a couch with a cup of coffee into her hands. As the dark fluid bathed her throat she moaned. Oh! How could she survived three days without it?

The detective eyed at her adventure partner, he was silently dinking a glass of orange juice. No word was exchanger since the incident on the barn.

The sheriff of this little town had requested information of the couple sending a fax to the precinct where she worked but after one and half hour of waiting patiently no reply had come. There was nothing she could do but wait.

Ok, now that their unusual adventure had concluded he should feel alleviated but she didn't see relief in his expression face, it was concern. He was probably considering the pros and cons of what had happened between them. She couldn't fool herself. The wealthy world where he belonged never would accept her. She only could enter into John's life by the backdoor as one of his mistress and it wasn't a good perspective of life for her, even the idea of sharing her nights and bed with him was tempting.

Her mind was clear now. The right moment to analyze what had happened and prevent the consequences of her erratic behavior had arrived. They had made love without protection too many times along this three days. She needed to take the 'morning-before pill' as soon as possible.

Slowly she lowered her arm placing the cup on the table, her elbows leaned on her knees and she dropped her chin on her palms. He sighted her lotto position. He needed to think something to retain her by his side. "It would be better…" He started to speak trying to find the proper words, knowing her she probably was twisting all into her mind. "It would be better if we…"

"…forget what happened between us." She ended his sentence. "Don't worry I understand."

This damned stubborn woman! "No, you don't understand." He snorted. "It would be better if we didn't find that barn… instead of being losing the time here… we would be making love!"

"Hold on your hormones jungle man!" She slapped his knee. "We need to go back to our lives. Your wealthy life is waiting for you and I have to solve your uncle's murder…"

He leaned in gazing at her. "Wait a second! Do you think I would let you run away after having take advantage of me?"

"What!" She frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"You enjoyed my body coquettish woman and now that you had what you wanted… you leave me…" He pretended weeping, "You took my virginity…" She couldn't help but roar with laughter. "I was weak… because you told me you'll marry me…"

"John, please stop!"

He beamed. "I love your laughter…"

Suddenly the door of the office opened up and a wrathful Aunt Kathleen entered. "John Clayton Jr!" She yelled at him, "How do you dare to do this to me?"

"What have I done?" John rose to his feet. As his aunt hugged him tight he hugged her back. He startled seeing tears in her eyes. "Aunt Kathleen… I'm fine."

But she didn't listen to him her attention was on the detective. She smiled at her. "You must be Jane." She nodded watching John's aunt come close to her. "Can I hug you?"

Ok that was weird. She looked at John and he shrugged. "Ok…" This family was too affectionate.

"Welcome to the family!" Jane froze. "Niece!" What the hell was going on here?

Jane held her breath as John's aunt freed her from her embrace. "Sorry it was an unexpected surprise," the woman apologized, "I didn't know what to think about when I read it on the New York Time's font-page … John always was so secretive but I should be offended by…" the aunt rose her gaze and for the first time she watched their expressions. She giggled. "Your little secret is no longer a secret darling..."

"What secret?" John asked frowning.

Slowly the aunt stepped back. "John… please, this game is not funny. It is in all newspaper front-page…." Looking at the bewilderment on their faces' gestures the aunt opened the newspaper and placed it on the near table. "Did you really believe that if you married nobody will find out? You're a Clayton. No matter how far or deep you hide there is always a reporter or a paparazzi chasing you."

The shocked couple could not even cry out reading about their secret wedding and their hidden honeymoon in the woods.

"But we don't…" the detective couldn't make a coherent phrase. "We were… but we…"

"I didn't believe it at first either." The aunt explained, "I wanted to know who Jane Porter was and I called to the precinct where you work. The Captain Connor was shocked as I holding the paper you sent him requesting vacations for your honeymoon…"

The detective tripped, "Sorry… I need to sit down."

John held her carefully helping her. The news had shocked him at first but, as the second passed by, it pleased him. He was looking for something to retain her, nothing better than a marriage, even a false one. When he gazed at her eyes, they told him that she understood what he was thinking. He leaned in and kissed her. "There is no reason to keep pretending." He beamed seeing Jane' terrified expression. "Aunt Kathleen I want you to meet my wife… Jane Porter Clayton."

The Clayton private Jet traveled across the sky toward New York City. The flight had been calm without problems. During the entire trip none of then spoke a single word. However, the detective brain didn't stop to work any second.

It was evident that the false marriage had been used like a screen to hide their kidnapping. The plot had been carefully planned. She wondered when her sudden vacation had been requested, how long after her disappearance. Everything was confusing. Whom could she trust?

Because of Richard's murder, she had had to study the Clayton family background. She knew about the problematic relationship between each one of family member. Each one of them was a suspect of the crime, but John had a powerful alibi, he arrived to the States seven days after Richard's murder. But she knew nothing about Kathleen.

Greystoke was involved in one of the most complicate embezzlements against the economy. If she followed the trace found on the computer and unwound this tangle the clan Clayton would be in the middle of a huge scandal. Was she voluntarily entering into the wolf mouth? What would they do to stop her? Could they kill her? Or… they would imagine a mode to involve her into the family forcing her to shut her mouth.

It cannot be a lie what they had been through together. Besides, she had witnessed how John's skin opened up bleeding without a logical reason. For god sake! He knew some intimate details of her life that only a daily coexistence could tell. Definitely, she was going crazy because she believed his dreams were real.

God! Never in her life had she felt this way. What happened with her?

His fingers touched her arm and a chill traveled trough her spine. It was frighten the magnitude of her emotional and physics answer to a simple touch of his finger on her skin. Image of their intimate shared moments came into her mind. She could not help but flush. Pretending to think she hid her face behind her hand.

The newspaper front-page made her get angry, he had manipulated her but as the trip continued she had time to calm down and think. Both were knotted in a tense tangle that could strangle them anytime. She was feeling like a marionette. Who was the puppet master?

They could be in danger, the same people that had kidnapped them before could be watching them right now. It was necessary to control the situation and she knew how.

She leaned in and kissed lightly on his lips. As she expected he immediately reacted. His hands slipped around her waist pulling her to his chest. She forced her to ignore the effect of his tongue inside her mouth, 'ok girl focus on what you have to do not in his excellent way of kissing.' Reluctantly she pulled back and whispered on his ear, "We need to talk elsewhere." The way his hands moved on her back told her that he didn't want to talk. "We need to look for a cab and slip away." He just groaned sliding his fingers under her shirt. Fiercely his lips captured her mouth and every coherent thought ran away from her.

Someone cleared the throat and Jane jumped reddening from toe to head while John annoyingly grunted. "Sorry kids," Kathleen couldn't hide her mocking smile, "The limousine was waiting for us outside." Damn, she even noticed that the plane had landed. Jane flushed even more, if it could be possible.

John's hormones replied instantly, "I think… if you don't have problems… we…" he blinked his eyes and the aunt smiled understanding. The aunt could remember the last time he had such happy expression on his face.

Kathleen didn't need other explanation. "Of course…" From her wallet she took out money placing it on the table, "Enjoy the night kids." She giggled affirming, "You can stay in the plane all the time you want. It's all yours." And she closed the door behind her.

John turned willing to continue where they had been when his aunt interrupted them but Jane's hands stopped him. "Sorry John, but you have to wait…" He didn't hide his displeasure. She stood up needing to keep some distance. "We need a private place…"

"Ok…" He took the money, "we can look for a hotel room if you want."

She beamed. They needed a neutral place to talk and… other things. But she couldn't talk freely inside the machine, it could be bugs listening what they were talking. She took his hand and pulled him out off the ship.

The third time she looked surreptitiously over her shoulder she murmured, "I'm sorry to ruin your romantic night but I think we are still in danger. They could are spying us right now."

He looked around. She was right. They were still an easy target. He put his arm protectively on her shoulder. "I know a way to slip away so they can't follow us." He beamed. "It's fast, secure and untracked way…" He stopped beside a vertical wall, "believe me, no one could hunt us."

She looked down terrified. To jump all over the New York City rooftops wasn't what she could call a safety way to travel, but evidently it was a faster and untracked way to cross the city.

They needed a place to spend the night and they needed to contact someone trustful. The phone could be tracked so they headed to the building without further invitation. He would kill her but there was no other choice.

Jane closed her eyes wrapping her arms around John's neck and he started to slide down on the vertical and plain wall. How could he do that? There was no crack but his fingers found the way down. A window was unlocked so he easily opened it. They stepped inside the corridor building and walked trough the darkness until she saw his door. She knocked on it.

Sam's sleepy face appeared in front of her. He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself.

"Hi Sam" She dared to mutter.

He enfolded his arms on his chest raising his brows as his right foot tapped frantically on the floor, "Hi Sam!" He repeated, "Is that all you can say? Hi Sam!" Her partner raised his eyes gazing at her companion. "So the newly wed decided to appear once more!"

"The newly kidnapped!" she corrected him, "this hurried wedding was a masquerade. Someone kidnapped us"

"Kidnapped you?"

"Yes Sam, we were kidnapping not in a honey moon…" Before John could add something she turned and commanded him, "Shut up!" Then she pushed her partner, "I really need to rest and you are the only people I can trust."

The openmouthed black man stepped aside letting them walk in.

She allowed fall herself on the couch, beside her John sat down. Sam went to the kitchen and made two big cups of coffee, one for his partner and another for himself. After asking he poured orange juice on a glass for Jane's fake husband.

"Ok," He observed her sip the black liquid, "Can you tell me what the hell happened to you both?"

Without interruptions she related every detail of their adventure, of course she deliberately avoided any information about what happened between her and John, but Sam didn't need a verbal confirmation. What he was witnessing was enough, their body language was screaming they were lovers. Finally, when she finished her relate, he exclaimed, "I'm happy to have a poor family buddy…" He scratched his chin thinking. "First in the morning I will phone your sister. We don't know if your line have bugs on it, just to be careful I'll use a precinct's phone line. I will pretend to look for a file so I can be able to talk to her without problems. Beside I can bring you some clothes." He got up walking toward a near furniture, from a drawer he took out a key. Hurtling it to Jane he advised, "You're lucky, Thomas gave me the key of his apartment while he is traveling through Europe. No one would look for you there. You better disappear for some days so I can investigate on the precinct without interference." He raised his hand gesturing, "wait a second," he went to his bedroom and came back quickly with a two pajamas. He was about to place it on Jane's hands when he stopped. "Mmm I don't think you will wear it tonight, don't you?"

She blushed from toe to head. It was all the answer he needed. His laughter filled the room. "Oh! I want to see Michael's face when he finds out that you replaced him so quickly…" Jane's reply was a hard elbow on his stomach while an upset growl escaped from John's throat. "Ok, I'll behave." Sam said opening his apartment door. Making an overstated reverence, "Ladies first."

When John passed near him he grabbed his arm stopping him while Sam threateningly warned him. "If you hurt her some how wealthy boy, I will kick your wealthy ass. Get it?"

John gazed his eyes and answered. "I bend myself willingly to easy your job if I ever hurt her."

The apartment was small but comfortable.

She headed to the bathroom, she really needed a hot shower.

He sat down on the edge of the bed. He couldn't stop thinking of last Sam's words. 'I want to see Michael's face when he finds out that you replaced him so quickly'

Again Jane's previous life came to bothers him. Who was this guy? This Michael.

While the detective enjoyed the hot water on her skin she peered to the door, she let it open but he didn't come in. Probably he was too tired.

When she went out he entered in the bathroom without mutter a word.

She leaned back on the bed. That was weird. He didn't react as she expected and all what she was wearing was a towel. What was happening to him?

When he finally went out of the bathroom she swallowed. The man looked gorgeous with that towel knotted on his waist. She smiled with anticipation. She inhaled to control herself.

He peered at her, lust and desire crowded together on her gaze. Just a light touch of his finger and she would jump gladly on him. Or was she thinking on Michael? He snorted grabbing a blanked and turned walking to the couch.

"What are you doing?" Her voice reflected her bewilderment.

But she wasn't prepare to hear his angry tone saying, "You can call Michael is you need someone to f… sleep with."

"What are you talking about?" Was he going crazy? And then she remembered Sam's stupid joke. Oh! God! She had completely forgotten her ex. Slowly she sat up on the bed. His reaction shocked her but placed her at the same time. He was jealous.

As she bended her legs enfolding them with her arms he swallowed hard. Damn, the sheet slid exposing her naked back. 'Ok, you are the stupidest man in the world. You chose to get angry when she was waiting for you naked under the sheets.'

He saw her sigh looking for the correct words. "Michael was my boyfriend." He frowned, those words angered him more. "I'm sorry. I should tell you about him but, honestly, I forget him until you named him." His face softened, just a little.

He decided to listen what she had to say so he sat down in the border of the bed. "Ok…"

She shyly smiled, "He hurt me. He hurt me deeply." She remained quiet for some seconds. "We had rented an apartment together." He sensed that what she was going to tell him still perturbed her and it didn't please him at all. "I had bought some things and I took them there… the short story was… he was in beds with another woman, a street whore…"

John's feeling inside his heart was ambiguous. She was telling him how she suffered for another man, but she was suffering and part of him wanted to hold her in his arms and eased her pain with his kisses. When a tear slid on her cheek he couldn't control himself. He sheltered her into his arms. Jane buried her face on his chest and cried.

Something inside him broke. Maybe he had made a mistake from the beginning and all what she felt for him was a physical attraction. Even it could break his heart, he had to ask her. "Do you love him?"

She didn't answer. Pulling back to see his face she just wickedly smiled. It startled him. "Maybe you don't know me as you affirm." He tilted his head showing his confusion. "If I felt something for Michael, as you suggest, I wouldn't be here waiting for you naked under those sheets." She beamed observing how his face changed his expression. "What Mike did to me still hurt, not his absence." Her hand caressed the line of his jaw. "In fact, if I was with him… no matter how strong my feelings for you are, I never had slept with you."

He took her hands and kissed each tip of her fingers. "Then, I'm glad that he was so stupid to cheat on you…"

"Excuse me?"

He flashed her his sexy grin. "He loose, I win."

She couldn't hold her laughter.

She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him inward. "You make me feel too many things, it scares me sometimes."

His hands circled her waist and he whispered on her lips, "What scares me is … to lose you."

Their lips parted and their tongues danced together.

The sheet and towel slipped down.

No word was necessary from now on because their bodies knew the wordless language of their passionate love.

….

An out of tune cricket's symphony vibrated near the detective's ear awaking her at dawn.

Jane was sleeping curled against his warm torso, circled by his powerful arms. That was the best way to wake up in the morning. She moved closer.

On her neck she felt his cadenced breathing lulled her slumber.

There was not place in the world where she preferred to be but surrounded by his arms.

Slowly she opened her eyes. The green irrupted into her senses. She watched astonished the savage arboreal landscape around her. 'Where am I?' But she could not answer this question.

The last thing she remembered was his sweet and exciting flavor inside her. She couldn't hold a moan recalling how wonderful it felt when they were just one, united by their bodies and souls.

This was an experience she was willingly to experience again, at once.

Her fingertip glided over the length of his arm and his body reacted instantly. She could feel it in the lower part of her back. But it wasn't enough.

Wow, if a thermometer touched any single part of her right now it should explode because her body temperature.

Jane stretched and spun facing him. She beamed watching his peaceful feature dozing. Her mouth widened into a playfully smile. "Let see how long it take me to wake you up" She said loud as her hands slid caressing his skin. She started to spread a line of kisses a long his jaw, he groaned moving his head to allow her fully access.

Her eyes naughtily sparked, "So you like it…" He nodded and she gently nudged his legs apart so she could have better access to that which she sought. "Tel me if you like this…" She spanned his manhood with her hand. He gasped for air, arched his back. "I guess you like it." His breathing started to rush.

She smoothly pushed him and he rolled on his back. "So you won't wake up…" He shook his head complaining when she freed his shaft. "You are a naughty boy…" She sat down on his lower abdomen. Immediately his hand flew to her hips. She wheezed, it was hard for her to remain in control but she wanted to torture him a little more, although she was also torturing herself feeling him ready under her.

When she took his male nipple into her mouth he gasped popping his eyes.

He bend his legs, lifted her just to place her wet womanly where his body was craving for her.

She cried loud as he thrust into her. None of them was able to muter a coherent word while their bodies traveled along the blissfully path of pleasure.

The air filled with their moans and groans.

She arched her back yelling something similar to his name when both reached the pinnacle of the ecstasy at the same time.

Then she collapsed on him, his arms still at her waist, trying to catch their breath.

"You can wake me that way every morning… please."

She beamed, "It's my pleasure…"

Both laughed and he made her roll on her back. His mouth fiercely clamed hers.

She lost the sense of time every time she was in his arms, feeling his skin over hers but when she opened her eyes a hairy face threw her dramatically into the reality.

"John…" she babbled while he kissed her neck, "there was a gorilla watching us…"

He beamed, "you know that Nikima love to spy us when we make love…"

"John…" She couldn't find a word to express her terror, and then he realized that she was calling him John twice.

"Why are you calling me John?" Leaning his palms on the ground he lifted himself looking at her. It couldn't it be. "Jane?" She was gazing at the gorilla that circled them. Tarzan swallowed asking, "Detective Porter?" He went pale when she nodded. His lips grew wide into a smile. "Jane… I don't know how it happens but you are into my dream!"