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“I made some promises to you.” Holding her hand, and her gaze, he began to recite from memory. “I, Zane take you, Jillian, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold from this day forward. For richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health. To love and to cherish. Till death do we part.”
He pulled the black velvet box from his pocket, offered it to her.
She opened it with unsteady hands, gasped. “Oh … oh …! Is this …?”
“Yes, it’s one of your pearls. I saved it and had the jeweler set it into an engagement ring. Those tiny blue stones filling the wave-shaped settings around it are from a piece of sapphire sea glass Casey gave me. Because when I arrived here, I was brittle and broken … but you and Casey … your love tumbled me around. Polished off the sharp edges.”
Tears sparkling in her long blond lashes, she sank to her knees in front of him. “Oh,Zane.The fact that you survived your nightmare childhood with such a capacity for love and tenderness proves what a truly extraordinary man you are.”
He took her trembling left hand, gently slid the pearl ring onto her finger above her wedding band. He touched his lips to hers. “I love you, my precious wife. I will love you until I draw my last breath.”
“I love you too.” She murmured against his mouth. “With all that I am and all that I have.”
They kissed gently, sweetly. A meeting of sighs. Sealing their promises.
She slid her arms around his neck and pressed closer. Zane opened his heart, opened his mind and let her in.
Their kiss deepened. Breaths and souls mingled, merged. Her taste was his salvation.
Her breasts pressed into his chest. Her heartbeat galloped against his as he explored her mouth. Her silky tongue tangled with his, her honeyed taste igniting his need. Passion roared through him, thundering through his veins in sync with the lashing waves as her heartbeat raced against his.
The connection they shared soared freely between them, and he felt her passion rising to meet his own, the double hit of erotic sensation incredible.
He groaned into her mouth. Her hands fisted in his shirt and ripped, sending buttons flying.
Panting, he uttered a husky laugh as he shrugged off the ruined garment. “Hey, that was a new shirt.”
She kissed him again, her palms stroking enticingly across his bare chest. “I’ll buy you another. Or better yet, you can go shirtless the rest of our lives.” Her determined fingers found the button on his jeans and she released it from the buttonhole. The zipper on his fly rasped open. “Mmm. Maybe pantless too.” She pushed him back on the blanket, leaned over and kissed his belly, making his abs clench. “In fact, I might keep you naked and chained to the bed for my every pleasure.”
“Hey, I married a kinky woman.” Chuckling, he tugged her blouse over her head, cupped her breasts through the lacy blue bra. “How lucky can a guy get?”
“You’re gonna get a lot luckier in a few minutes, Mr. Big Bad.” Her naughty smile sucker-punched him with a wave of heat clear to his toes. “If you strip.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He yanked off his jeans and boxers.
Her hungry gaze swept over him, scorching his skin. “You always take charge. Will you lay back and let me explore this time?”
Because his fear was gone, because he trusted her with his body, heart, and soul, surrendering control didn’t faze him like it once would have. “You can have your wicked way with me. On one condition.” She eyed him warily, and he grinned. “If you get naked, too.”
“I think I can arrange that.”
He propped himself on his elbows to watch her. Warm sand shifted under the blanket beneath him, conforming to his body. The breeze rippled over his bare skin, cool feathers teasing his hot shaft and already moist head. The deep, powerful throb of the ocean vibrated through him as it pounded the shore several yards from their secluded nest.
With a sinful sparkle in her eyes that fired his simmering blood to a full boil, Jillian stood, straddling his legs. Holding his gaze, she reached behind her, the position thrusting her breasts out as she grasped the fastening on her bra. Her cheeks flushed with desire, her nipples beaded under the sheer lace.
He inhaled sharply. “Ah, sweetheart.Youare incredible.”
She released the fastening. But instead of taking off the bra, she held it to her breasts with one hand, while slowly lowering the straps with the other, torturing him with peek-a-boo glimpses of her luscious curves.
Finally, when his breath sawed fast and ragged, she let the bra drop. Her alabaster skin gleamed pearlescent in the waning light, pale breasts a striking contrast to the dusky pink nipples. He was dying to take them into his mouth, to lick and suck until she arched against him. Until she cried out her pleasure.
But he held himself ruthlessly in check as her fingers toyed with the drawstring at her waist. Agonizingly slowly, she untied the drawstring, then stroked her hand up and down the strings in a silent suggestion that made his mouth go dry. When she slid her palm enticingly down her torso, his erection jumped.
Her eyes widened and she tilted her head, staring at him wonderingly.
He managed a grin. “Yeah ... you don’t even have to touch me to turn me on.”
Her answering grin warmed him with delight. As she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her pants and shimmied out of them inch by inch, the erotic sway of her hips nearly broke his self-control, and he clenched his fists.
