Jack smiled at me. I would have married him ten times over for that smile. My insides felt mushy and happy in a way I couldn’t describe or understand, but when he kissed me, everything felt perfect. His lips were soft against mine, his tongue slipping in at the last second. This is what a vacation should feel like, I thought to myself. I was truly having an adventure. No one at home would ever believe that I had married a stranger, let alone one as handsome as Jack. This was something that I would treasure forever.
“Smile for the camera,” the minister said holding up a digital camera. Jack’s hand went up and covered the lens before he could snap a picture.
“No pictures,” he growled at the man. The minister paled slightly but then smiled as he glanced back and forth between us.
“No pictures?” I asked, turning towards Jack. “Not even one, just for us?”
Jack frowned for a moment, then lowered his hand and reached in his pocket. “No pictures except this one. This one is for us,” he said as he pulled out his phone and handed it to the minister. Jack and I posed under the white awning, looking for all the world like newlyweds as the camera phone clicked.
The minister nodded happily as he handed back the phone to Jack. Jack grinned as he saw the screen and handed it to me. I gasped. I looked beautiful. Jack looked so handsome and we both looked genuinely happy. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought this was an actual wedding photo.
“I better get a copy,” I said as I handed him his phone. Jack laughed, and caught me up in his arms, pulling me in for another kiss. My head spun as he kissed me and nipped gently at my bottom lip with his teeth. I lost myself in his kiss.
“You’ll get the only copy,” he whispered. “This is ours and ours alone. No one can ever take this from us. This is our secret, one only we share.” His breath tickled my ear and made a heat surge between my thighs. I wondered how he could make my body react so quickly without even trying. His chest was strong beneath me and I could feel something hardening against my hip. I couldn’t wait to get him back to the hotel room.
“We should head back and start our honeymoon,” I whispered, pushing my hips against his. His hand tightened on my back and I wished I could have him right there on the sand.
“Ahem,” the man who married us coughed and raised his eyebrows. I felt the blush surge back onto my cheeks as Jack released me. I wondered if the minister could feel the energy between us, but he rolled his eyes and waited for us to leave his awning.
Jack grabbed my hand, his fingers entwining with mine. I wanted our legs to entwine like that, and together we hurried along the beach to begin our time as man and wife.
Chapter 7
I could hear him snoring gently in the bedroom through the open window. His breathing was slow and even, the soft rumbles of his sleep soothing. I sat with my feet curled up under me on the wicker porch chair looking out at the rolling waves and listening to my husband sleep.
I found myself smiling. I had this wonderful serene sense of calm and perfection. I could get used to this marriage thing. The world finally felt perfect. I knew it was all a lie, that in two days I would leave the ocean and this marriage would just be another page in my scrapbook, but today, I didn’t care. Today was perfect.
Last night had been amazing. Yesterday had been amazing. I still couldn’t believe I was a married woman, if only for a little bit. Jack had taken me back to my cabana and showed me what a husband should do for his wife. Thinking about the pleasure his hands and tongue could create made my temperature rise.
This sense of happiness held a danger though. I was falling for him — falling for him hard. He was wonderful, sexy, and could make me laugh. He was my perfect man,... and I was going to have to leave him forever in three days. I wanted more of him and I had a sinking feeling that I always would. This love was like our marriage—a happy illusion.
A gull flew overhead, squawking loudly about a lost supper as he searched for more. The ocean was almost green today with clouds blocking the brightness of the sun. The sky threatened rain in the evening, but for now, the world was hot and sticky. It made everything more dreamlike. I closed my eyes and listened to ocean, feeling the warm breeze glide across my skin and ruffle my sundress.
The front door creaked and I kept my eyes shut, lost in my happy moment. “Good morning.”
“Good morning to you too, sleepy head,” I said with a grin. I opened my eyes and wanted to gasp. Jack stood admiring the view, and I couldn’t help but admire mine. He stood wearing only a pair of blue swim trunks, bare-chested and hair still rumpled from sleep. He stretched and my eyes followed the play of muscles down his chest and abs, feeling my insides go mushy.
“I haven’t slept like that in years.” Jack ran a hand through his perfect bedhead hair. I wanted to put my fingers in it again, to pull his face close to mine and kiss him thoroughly. “What did you do to me?”
“Just my wifely duties,” I said, stretching my legs out from under me. Jack’s eyes followed my legs with obvious interest. His hand dropped from his sandy hair and he grinned as his eyes met mine. I stood up slowly, feeling stiff. I was sore all over, but in a good way. My body had never seen this much sex, let alone this much good sex. Muscles I didn’t even know I had were letting me know I was using them. It was great.
“I thought I would go for a morning swim before breakfast. You interested?” The glimmer in his eye made me hope there was more than swimming. Those muscles needed more exercise.
“Breakfast was a couple of hours ago, Sleepy Head, but I’ll join you for one before lunch,” I quipped. I stood and rose to my toes, giving him a quick peck before turning to change into my swim suit
“Hold it right there, Beautiful,” Jack growled catching my arm and pulling me back to him. He leaned down and pressed his soft lips against mine, flooding my brain with sensation and desire. When he finally released me from his kiss, I staggered to the door gasping for breath.
“How do you kiss so good?” I asked as I opened the door. He grinned cockily at me. I hurried in and found a dry suit, a bright pink bikini that I never thought I would actually wear. I had bought it because I loved the color, but today I felt like I could wear it. Jack would love it.
Jack whistled as I stepped out. He was off the steps in the sand, looking up as I came out on the porch. The bikini felt tiny and exposing, but the way it made Jack’s eyes light up took away any self-consciousness that I had. Jack liked it and that was all that mattered.
Jack’s hand felt warm in mine, his fingers grasping mine tightly as we headed towards the green waves. Jack walked into the water as though it wasn’t there. He sloshed effortlessly through the waves, pulling me along behind him. The water was cool, but it felt good after the tropical heat.
Jack dived under the water, releasing my hand. I stood still, letting the waves bump against me in the waist high water as I waited patiently for him to surface. A moment passed, and then another, and he didn’t surface. A thread of worry began to creep into my chest as I turned in the water, searching for him.
Something grabbed my ankle and pulled me under. I yelped and felt salt water pour into my open mouth as my head dipped beneath the surface. I scrambled to the surface, spitting out the salty wat
er. Jack rose laughing, water sluicing off his muscles and catching the light as I wiped the water out of my eyes.