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“Okay. But, no wine tonight. If I didn’t know better, I’d
swear I was drinking some sort of alcohol-laced cough
medicine.”
“Deal. No wine. Just hurry. I want to get out of this room
and enjoy the weather. I’m going to run down to the front
desk and make sure we don’t need reservations for the
cabanas. I’ll be back up shortly.”
I waved him off, all the while smiling as he left. The past
twenty-four hours since we arrived on the tropical island
paradise had been filled with nothing but carefree fun
and romance. It was exactly what I needed to regain my
footing and balance.
I set my small beach bag down in the cabana and
stepped inside to test the soft mattress that sat just a
foot off the ground. “Oooh, Jack, feel this. This feels like
a cloud.”
I was bouncing on it when he came to sit beside me.
He was laughing when he leaned over and kissed the
tip of my nose.
“What’s so funny?”
“Not funny, sweetheart. I was thinking more along the
lines of beautiful, adorable, absolutely enchanting.”
Hopping in the shower, I washed away the day before,
allowing the wine hangover haze to pour down the drain
along with the water and bubbles. Since we had arrived
yesterday morning, Jack and I had taken a long and
romantic walk on the beach. The sand was so soft, so
white, that it almost seemed unreal.
“Jack.” I shied away, trying to hide my blush.
I’d seen beaches that looked just as pretty in the movies,
but never in real life. I could still feel the way my feet just
sunk into the fine granules as I scrunched my toes on the
warm surface. We had held hands, kissed, and for a short
while, he’d even given me a piggyback ride through the
shallow water.
He was doing it again—making me melt with nothing
more than his words. He had a knack for making me
putty in his hands. It was a fact I wasn’t entirely sure
bothered me. In fact, I rather enjoyed the way he made
my body feel.
We shared a light lunch on the private terrace of our villa
and treated ourselves to a refreshing dip in the main pool.
We’d enjoyed decadent fruit drinks embellished with fancy
little umbrellas and feasted on exotic fruits until the sun
got the better of us, and we took a nap in one another’s
arms. With the craziness we’d faced recently with his work
schedule, his delusional ex-wife, and my own insecurities,
this trip was proving to be the perfect fix to an otherwise
imperfect existence.
Twenty minutes later, I was walking hand-in-hand with
Jack on our way down to the beach. He’d reserved a
private cabana for us in case the tropical sun became
too much and we needed to escape. He’d also already
ordered our lunch, telling me that I should trust his choice.
A part of me had wanted to at least make an attempt at
seeming disappointed, but the truth of the matter was
I loved all of his traditionally romantic gestures. More
independent-minded women might have protested,
insisting to order their own meals. I wasn’t most women
though, and it was nice knowing that Jack realized that as
well.
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With his index finger and thumb, he lifted my chin and
raised my face until I was looking into his eyes. “You
are quite amazing. When I look at you . . . there is no
end to the fantasies that flash before my mind.”
“I watched you last night as you slept. The way your
chest rose and fell with every breath as the sweetest
sounds escaped you while you dreamt. I wanted you
so badly. It took every amount of restraint I had to not
wake you up and kiss every inch of your body.”
“Jack . . .” I whispered his name just as I felt the warm
feel of his tongue glide against my lower lip.
He kissed my neck, nibbling and slowly sucking along
the column all the way to my ears. I fell back against
the soft bed willingly, dropping my head back and
moaning as his hands roamed my body, touching all of
the spots that turned me from a shy girl into a needy
woman.
I knew we were out on the beach. I knew the only
thing keeping others from seeing us was a thin layer
of fabric which surrounded us, occasionally blowing in
the wind. Any other time I might have protested. But,
this wasn’t any other time. And Jack made everything
extraordinary.
Seconds passed and then minutes until finally he rid