A Borrowed Life (Carly and Liam #1) (8 page)

With his right hand, he grabs my waist while the fingers of his left hand firmly grab my hair. I slip in his arms, melting like ice in the sun. He pulls my head back to kiss me passionately and all of my strength leaves me at once. My whole body is victim to his disarming power that turns me upside down every time. I can't do anything to resist him; my brain doesn't listen to reason once he puts his hands on me.

I let the momentum of his kiss take me away. His lips press against me again and again, and his tongue strokes mine, sliding along my upper lip. I let out a breath of appreciation which encourages him to kiss me even harder. A growl vibrates in his throat and his teeth graze my lip, awakening a fierce desire in me.

He can hardly tear his mouth from mine, and keeps his eyes deeply sunk into mine. His breathing is intense, exposing the greed feels for me. He takes me into the lake with large rocks all around. Slowly, he forces me to step back against one of them. He has a confident stride and a look that knows exactly what he's doing, imposing his will with his stare. He leans over the rock and slowly lifts my shirt. He kisses my navel and I slide my fingers through his hair, savoring its smoothness.

The waterfall smashes the surface of the water so close to us that we're sprinkled by a light, refreshing mist. The noise literally transports us to a wild, uninhabited world; it’s as if we’re alone in the world and protected from all harm.

Liam slowly reveals my breast. He licks the underside of it, and his tongue makes its way up to my hardened nipple. He sucks it, running his tongue around it while his left hand stimulates my other nipple. His fingers glide over my arms, bringing them above my head, imprisoning my wrists in his hands. He caresses my neck with his nose and his warm breath.

My feet skim the water tentatively, but my body rests entirely on a stone in the jungle, and a man absolutely beautiful and so strong holds me prisoner there. I'm his! He straightens up to remove his t-shirt, revealing his dreamy chest. A thin layer of sweat beads over his abs and his hair slowly soaks under the mist. Seeing him in this exotic vegetation and in this wild landscape is an incredible turn on.

Every muscle in my body tenses up while I wait impatiently for him. I want him inside me now! I notice his crooked grin and sparkling eyes and realize he has other plans for me. He observes my vulnerable body. I sit up to reach his mouth, and his hands jump nervously, as if he wanted to stop me. However, if that was his intention, he changed his mind and let me.

I unbutton his pants and I sense the deep breath he takes in seeing my fingers so close to his penis. His muscles contract. I slide my hands over his thighs and buttocks, and I see him smile at me. When our eyes meet, he bites his lower lip understanding what I'm about to do, and begs for it with his eyes.

I bend to drag my tongue over his testicles, and a sweet rumble of appreciation comes out of his mouth. I make sure to stimulate the sensitive spot under his testicles, as well as the base of his penis. I feel him becoming impatient. I can tell he wants more from me, but I like to make him suffer.

I stroke his shaft with my lips while looking at him with a seductive gaze. He holds his breath, not saying a word and not making a sound. I place my mouth against his crown to slowly take the tip in my mouth. He loudly exhales all the pleasure he feels. His legs weaken and his thighs quiver. The hand he pushes in my hair is tender and affectionate.

I continue, reveling in his reaction.

“Don't make me come,” he warns me.

I suck up and down, in movements that takes him to cloud nine. As soon as his erection swells and hardens in my mouth, I stand up. Liam then grabs my neck to kiss me. His body presses me against the rock and his arms trap me as he leans on his palms.  He has a look that conveys danger, but his threat is sensual and very inviting.

He pulls off my shorts and underwear all at once and I find myself completely naked, in full view of anyone coming on this path. My body gives in to the contrast of the moist air and fresh mist, and it lights an intimidating and stimulating sensation in me. I totally surrender to these feelings that are beyond anything I have ever felt.

Liam slides his hands along my body while savoring every inch of it. He smiles before pushing my thighs open and revealing my private parts. Like last time, his look deliciously devours me and my breathing increases. Gently, he inserts his penis with a cruel, yet arousing slowness. He stands before me as I lay on a rock at a perfect height for his hips to begin a constant in and out rolling movement. His hands caress my chest to stimulate my nipples.

I can't take my eyes off the man before me. He intensifies his thrusts, again and again, until I feel his pelvis stiffen. He closes his eyes and clenches his teeth. He's about to come. No! I'm not ready and I know what's next. The pain of an orgasm that I won't have. Not with him! I couldn't take it. My hips contract and I try to speed the sensations. Liam opens his eyes and slows down.

“Easy, beautiful. I won't let you down,” he reassures me.

His words have an immediate effect on me and my whole body relaxes. He lets the knuckles of his right hand slide down from my nipple to my stomach where he tenderly presses his palm. I gasp as the sensations increase within me. His thumb begins stimulating my clitoris, and simultaneously my head tilts backward and my back arches.

He resumes a faster pace. Suddenly, I feel it rise inside me. This feeling of pure happiness that tightens all my muscles. The excitement reaches its peak and Liam keeps accelerating. He lets out a guttural cry as I lose contact with reality. I'm in another world, on a cloud somewhere in paradise. My body is invaded by an earthquake that completely paralyzes me, and then a sweet pleasure flows between my thighs.

Liam drops a kiss on my breasts before kissing my lips and letting himself crumble on top of me.

“I don't know what is it that you do to me, Carly,” he desperately breathes, “but you have made me completely crazy!”

“Serves you right!” I reply without realizing what I'm saying.

And then I burst out laughing as he turns to me, surprised at my answer.

“It's mutual,” I feel compelled to explain, laughing harder.

His laughter vibrates on his lips that he presses against the mine, his hand reaching for my face to kiss me tenderly.

We let ourselves slide into the water behind the rock where we cuddle together. We remain silent for several minutes, just enjoying the moment, the nature, the waterfall that flows around us and the relaxation provided by this environment.

“It's easy to be with you. You're simple, amazed by everything, and you're not afraid to try something new.”

I don't answer. It's better this way. I'd tell him everything and would probably never see him again. Actually, yes I would; I would spend the next week seeing him flirt with other women, having completely forgotten me. I look at him, smiling.

“I mean, I just want to tell you that I love spending time with you.”

He brings his fingers under my chin to lift my head to him and forces me to look at him.

“Even dusty, you're still beautiful!” he adds.

What? Oh crap! I am? Oh…! I blush at the beauty of his words. He thinks I'm beautiful. A huge weight comes off my shoulders and I smile, my eyes shinning brightly. Voices sound in the distance as people head our way. We are immediately reminded that we are in a public place and we hurry to get dressed.

We remain hidden behind the rock as the retired couple walks away. They take pictures of the waterfall unaware that we are there, and not having the slightest idea of what just happened on this rock minutes earlier.

Liam looks at me with a mischievous smile. I let out a silent laugh and find myself pulled under his arm as he laughs with me. He presses a tender kiss on my scalp and the gesture came so naturally to him, I don't think he actually realized what it meant. The expression on his face darkens and he looks confused and deep in thought.

I stretch my head to see the couple walking away. The lady wears a large hat, cream shorts and a beige shirt. Her gray hair falls below her ears without a single strand of hair out of place. The man with white hair has his arm around his wife, and is just as impeccable as she is. I look down at my outfit. Obviously I'm soaked, but I'm also covered with mud, my shoes are nowhere near white anymore and my hair… I don't even want to know what my hair looks like right now. I wonder if one day I could have as much class as them, and if I could blend effortlessly into their world.

“Are you coming?” Liam asks, standing behind me.

He's just as soaked as I am, his hair just as messy and he's even sexier because of it. He holds out his hand to me and I get up.

We resume our journey, our shoes the only part of us that is still dry. The sun does not reach us through these tall trees and the humidity doesn't help at all. We move forward without saying a word and I notice the grin on his face that he tries to hide.

“Is there something funny?” I ask him.

“No, nothing.”

“I don't believe you.”

“The couple that stopped at the waterfall earlier.”

“Yes?”

“They are friends of my mother. I was thinking that they almost surprised us.”

Oh! That could have been embarrassing. Then he laughs, unable to hold back anymore.

“And they would have told everything to your mother, I assume.”

He laughs uncontrollably. He calms down when he sees that I don't understand why he’s laughing so hard.

“I’m just imagining her reaction. My mother is… well, let's just say she's very special.”

“I see.”

No, I don't see at all in fact. How special exactly? The kind old hag, ultra conservative, or perhaps she's very religious? I look at Liam and suddenly wonder how he was raised: by whom, and where? It’s not like these questions really matter. There will never be anything serious between us. It's probably better that I don't know too much about him. Plus, for each question I ask him, he might return it to me and I'd find myself in an awkward position because I wouldn't want to lie to him. I prefer to avoid the topic all together.

We continue our walk on the pathway and we catch up to the friends of his mother, who stopped to photograph a flower. The man is leaning over a sign indicating its name and its history.

“Mrs. Gallaway,” greets Liam.

She turns to him with a warm smile.

“Liam!” she exclaims before taking in our appearance and staring at us from head to toe.

We're still wet, but she clearly doesn't dare to ask any questions. Mr. Gallaway approaches us and shake hands with Liam before turning to me with a grin on his face.

“Miss…?” he salutes politely.

“Scott,” specifies Liam.

“You can call me Carly,” I say, holding out my hand.

The man is of an outstanding elegance and merely put his hand under mine as a handshake. His wife takes two steps towards Liam.

“I didn't know you were on board. Is your mother with you?”

“No, she's still in New York. I'm here with friends.”

“Ah!”

The tone in which she exclaims is sweet and controlled. She manifests emotions without feeling them. She turns to me.

“And you are?”

She keeps moving her gaze over my clothes, obviously hiding what she thinks of them. I catch Liam and her husband exchanging a knowing glance. Liam suppresses a smile. I return my attention to Mrs. Gallaway, who is still waiting for my answer.

“Um, I… I'm just here with my best friend, Liv.”

“Scott, you say?”

“Carly Bray Scott, to be exact.”

She nods thoughtfully.

“I don't think I know your family, I'm sorry. Do you live in New York?”

No, not quite. I hate New York. I live in Jersey City, a small suburb close by. Crime is lower there and the area is peaceful, but I don't think someone wealthy would settle there.

“Staten Island,” I answer without thinking.

Liam turns to me with a puzzled frown on his face, but says nothing.

“Really? Oh, that’s fabulous! Do you live near the marina?”

“Yes, I have an apartment, I mean condo.”

“Oh, I see!”

She doesn't seem convinced and I immediately notice the look on Liam's face. He doesn't believe a word of it, either, and he clearly doesn't like it.

“Well then, maybe we'll have the opportunity to meet again during your stay,” she says.

“Sure,” Liam says, smiling politely.

They leave while we continue on a different pathway.

“Staten Island, huh?” Liam asks.

I can't talk, so I reply with a forced smile and a nod.

“Which building?”

Oh! I’ll have a hard time answering that because I've never really been there. I couldn't even name one street.

“Does it matter?” I retort.

“My company has a lot of contracts in the area. I built a lot of those condos.”

“I thought you primarily work for businesses?”

“True, many of the businesses manage real estate property, and we made a great breakthrough in the market when we began.”