Chapter 1

The hum of the plane's engines filled the cabin, a constant, soothing sound. But nothing about this moment felt calm. My heart was pounding, and I could feel Jack’s fingers tracing lazy circles on the inside of my wrist, sending shivers up my arm. We had just gotten married, married, and the thought still felt surreal. I kept sneaking glances at the silver band on his finger, the one that matched mine. It was real, we were real.

Jack turned to me, catching me staring at his hand. His smile was slow, teasing, the kind that made my stomach flip even after all these years. I knew that look. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“You like the look of that?” he murmured, his voice low, leaning in just close enough that only I could hear. His breath was warm against my ear, sending a rush of heat through me.

I bit my lip, trying to keep my voice steady. “Maybe I do.”

But it wasn’t just the ring, or the fact that we were flying toward our honeymoon. It was him, Jack. The same man I’d known since university, the one who had been my best friend through everything, even when I was married to Brian. Brian. I hadn’t thought about him in a long time, but sitting here next to Jack, it hit me all over again how much had changed. Brian had been a mistake, and I paid the price when he cheated, shattering what I thought was forever.

But then there was Jack. Steady, kind, always there, even when I didn’t realise he was exactly what I needed. Our camping trip with friends two years ago changed everything. One night under the stars, talking about everything and nothing, and I looked at him, really looked at him, and something clicked. By the end of that weekend, we weren’t just friends anymore. We were so much more. And now, he was my husband.

I let out a soft laugh, more of a sigh really, and Jack’s eyes flicked down to my lips, his hand tightening slightly on my thigh under the blanket we’d pulled over us. That heat between us, the one that had been simmering ever since the wedding, was rising fast. I wanted him, here, now, always.

The plane was dim, most of the passengers asleep or distracted by movies and books, but the press of Jack’s hand moving higher on my leg made me hyper-aware of how little space there was between us. His fingers teased the hem of my dress, grazing the bare skin of my thigh, and I shifted slightly, biting back a gasp.

“Jack” My voice was barely a whisper, but he didn’t stop. His thumb stroked the sensitive skin just above my knee, and I could feel my pulse quicken. “We’re on a plane.”

“So?” His grin was wicked, his eyes dark with mischief as his fingers slipped a little higher, teasing the edge of my underwear. “We’re married. I think we can do whatever we want now.”

The way he said that, with that playful edge to his voice, sent a thrill through me. The thought of being reckless, of giving in to the heat that was building between us, made everything feel even more intense.

I glanced around, my breath catching in my throat. The cabin was quiet, the low light casting shadows across the seats. No one was paying attention. It was just us, caught in this bubble of desire and excitement that I couldn’t shake. My hand found Jack’s under the blanket, and I guided him higher, a silent invitation that made his eyes flash with lust.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers edged closer, the anticipation making my whole body tingle.

“Yes,” I breathed, barely able to contain the need that was coursing through me.

And that was all it took.

His fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric of my underwear, finding me already wet, already aching for him. I bit down on my lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape as he slowly began to move, his touch deliberate, knowing exactly how to drive me crazy. My head fell back against the seat, my breath coming in shallow gasps as he continued, the blanket covering the slow, rhythmic movement of his hand.

I reached out, grabbing his thigh, needing to ground myself in something, anything, as the pressure inside me built. Jack’s lips brushed my ear, his breath hot and ragged as he whispered, “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

I could barely think, could barely focus on anything except the way his fingers moved inside me, his thumb circling my clit in just the right way to send waves of pleasure crashing through me. It was everything I could do to keep quiet, to not draw attention, but the thrill of it, the danger of being caught, only made it hotter.

“I love you,” I gasped, barely able to get the words out as the tension inside me coiled tighter and tighter.

Jack’s lips found my neck, and I felt his grin against my skin. “I love you too.”

Each stroke was slow and deliberate, coaxing out a low moan from deep within me. The blanket covered our movements, but the rustle of it against the seat only added to the thrill. My eyes closed, lost in the sensation, my hips bucking slightly as he found just the right spot.

I could feel his touch everywhere inside me; the heat radiating from his hand, the soft brush of fabric against my sensitive skin. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before - a perfect blend of pleasure and anticipation. And then suddenly, without warning, he quickened his pace, his fingers digging deeper into me. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as my body responded instantly to the increased stimulation.

I felt him move faster, more forcefully now, each stroke stronger than the last. My hips rose off the seat, as I pressed into his hand. His fingers were exploring every inch of my sex, finding new ways to make me feel incredible. It wasn't long before I was panting heavily, barely able to catch my breath but trying as hard as I could to not make it obvious.

And then, with one more deliberate movement of his hand, I came undone, my body trembling as I gripped his thigh, trying desperately to keep from crying out. The pleasure washed over me in waves, and Jack held me through it, his fingers still teasing, still gentle, drawing out every last moment of it.

When I finally opened my eyes, my heart still racing, I found Jack watching me, his expression somewhere between adoration and hunger. His hand slipped out from under the blanket, and he leaned in close, his lips brushing mine in a soft, tender kiss.

“We’re not done yet,” he murmured, his voice low, sending another rush of heat through me. “Not even close.”

I laughed softly, shaking my head in disbelief. “You’re insatiable.”

His grin widened, and he kissed me again, deeper this time, with all the passion and fire I loved about him. “Only for you, Katie.”

I leaned into him, brushing my lips against his ear, my voice barely a whisper. “Your turn.”

I slid my hand under the blanket, trailing my fingers over his thigh, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. His muscles tensed beneath my touch, and I bit my lip, enjoying the way he responded to every small movement. He’d been teasing me for hours, ever since we’d boarded the plane. Now, it was my turn to see how long he could keep his composure.

I let my hand drift higher, finding the hardness straining against the fabric of his pants. Jack sucked in a breath, his hand gripping the armrest tightly, but he didn’t stop me. His eyes locked on mine, a silent challenge, daring me to go further.

So I did.

I made quick work of undoing his belt and sliding my hand into his trousers, my fingers wrapping around him, stroking slowly at first, teasing him the way he’d teased me. His eyes fluttered shut, and I could see his jaw tighten, the effort it took for him to stay quiet evident in every tense line of his body.

I took my time, slowly sliding down his length until I reached the base of his shaft. With each stroke upwards, my touch became firmer, more assertive, but never too rough. My fingertips danced along the sensitive skin just above the head, playing with him teasingly before finally wrapping around his girth and guiding him back into my hand.

“You’re too good at this,” he muttered, his voice rough, low, barely controlled.

I smiled, my fingers moving faster now, feeling him twitch beneath my touch. “Maybe I’ve been thinking about this all day too.”

He let out a low groan, as I continued, my strokes slow and deliberate, driving him closer to the edge with every movement. I could see the tension building in him, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his hand tightening on my leg as if he was holding on for dear life.

My hand moved faster now, stroking up and down his shaft, pressing firmly against him each time I passed by the sensitive spot just below the head. He bucked his hips into my touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to maintain control over himself.

“Katie” he rasped, his voice strained, as if he was barely holding himself together.

I leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth, my hand never stopping. “Shh,” I whispered against his lips, a soft, teasing smile playing on mine. “We wouldn’t want anyone to notice.”

He let out a rough laugh, the sound half-choked as his hand tightened on my thigh, his body trembling beneath my touch. “You’re gonna kill me,” he whispered, his voice strained, as if every word was a struggle.

I kissed him again, softer this time, as my hand worked him harder, faster, feeling him tense, knowing he was close. He gasped, his grip on my leg tightening to the point where it almost hurt, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to see him lose control, wanted to watch him come undone the way I had.

“Come for me, Jack,” I whispered, my lips brushing his ear, my hand moving in perfect rhythm.

And that was all it took.

His body went rigid, his head falling back against the seat, his jaw clenched tight as he struggled to stay quiet. I felt him pulse in my hand, his entire body trembling as the release hit him, hard and fast. He let out a strangled groan, biting down on his lip to stifle the sound as I continued to stroke him through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.

When it was over, he collapsed back in the seat, his chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, his grip on my thigh loosening as he came down from the high. I pulled my hand back, slipping it out from under the blanket with a satisfied smile, discreetly licking the sticky cum that was covering my hand to clean it off as leaned back into him, resting my head on his shoulder like nothing had happened.

For a moment, there was only the sound of his breathing, deep and ragged, as he struggled to regain his composure. Then, finally, he turned to me, his eyes still dark, still filled with that raw, burning desire that made my heart race all over again.

He kissed me then, slow and deep, his hand tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer. I could feel the heat between us building again, that insatiable need for more, always more. But there’d be time for that later. Right now, I was content to savour this moment, the quiet after the storm, knowing that this was only the beginning of what would be the most passionate, lust-filled honeymoon of our lives.

And as the plane soared through the night sky, taking us to our next adventure, I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that no matter what, Jack and I would never be able to keep our hands off each other for long.

Chapter 2

As soon as we stepped off the plane, the heat hit us, thick and heady, carrying the scent of salt and hibiscus. The Caribbean air was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, warm, welcoming, almost intoxicating. It felt like we’d walked into another world, one where nothing existed but us.

Jack grabbed our bags, his hand brushing mine as he gave me that smile again, the one that promised trouble and pleasure all at once. My heart skipped a beat. How did he manage to make something so simple feel so electrifying? I couldn’t stop looking at him, at the way his shirt clung to his chest, at the way his eyes darkened with that familiar desire every time they met mine. It was as if every second with him made me want him more.

The drive to the hotel was a blur of bright colours and bustling streets, the island alive with music and life. Everywhere I looked, there were flashes of vibrant reds, yellows, and greens, houses perched on hillsides, palm trees swaying in the warm breeze, and the distant blue of the ocean stretching out like a promise. But all I could focus on was Jack, sitting next to me, his hand resting on my thigh, fingers tracing lazy patterns that made my skin burn.

When we finally arrived at the hotel, it was even more breathtaking than I imagined. Nestled between lush, tropical gardens, each private hut was its own little paradise, whitewashed walls, a thatched roof, and a wooden deck that opened straight onto the beach. It felt like something out of a dream. But the real magic wasn’t the view. It was the fact that I was here, in this place, with Jack.

He tipped the driver, and before I could grab my bag, Jack hoisted it over his shoulder with that easy grin. “Come on, Mrs. Andrews,” he said, his voice teasing, full of warmth and heat. Hearing him say my new name still sent shivers through me.

We barely made it to our hut before Jack’s hands were on me. He kicked the door shut behind us, and I was pinned against it in an instant, his mouth on mine, hot and demanding. I could taste the salt on his lips, could feel the heat of his body pressed so close to mine that it was impossible to tell where he ended and I began.

I let out a soft moan, my fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed me deeper, his hands sliding down to cup my hips, pulling me tight against him. The need between us was electric, like a live wire sparking every time we touched. I could feel how hard he was already, pressing against me, and it made my pulse race, made every nerve in my body light up with want.

“We’re not going to make it to the bed, are we?” I whispered against his lips, my breath coming in short gasps, my body already aching for him.

Jack laughed softly, a low, rough sound that sent a thrill through me. “Not a chance.”

In one swift movement, he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me across the room, his mouth never leaving mine. I could feel the heat of his skin through his clothes, could feel the tension coiled in his muscles as he laid me down on the couch, his hands sliding up my thighs, pulling my dress higher, higher until it was bunched around my waist.

He stood there for a moment, looking down at me with that same intensity that always made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. His eyes darkened as he took me in, his breath ragged as his hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them slowly, deliberately, his gaze never leaving mine.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire.

I couldn’t help but smile, reaching for him, needing to feel him, to touch him, to taste him. He was on me in an instant, his body pressing me into the cushions, his hands everywhere, my waist, my hips, my thighs. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of me, as if we had all the time in the world but still needed every second, every touch, every breath.

His mouth found my neck, kissing, biting, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that made me gasp, made me arch against him. I could feel the heat pooling low in my belly, the ache of wanting him so badly it hurt. My fingers fumbled with his belt, desperate to feel his skin against mine, to have him inside me.

“Jack,” I breathed, my voice a plea, my body trembling with need.

He growled softly, a sound that was more animal than man, his lips finding mine again as his hand slid between my legs, teasing, tormenting. I let out a whimper, my hips bucking against his hand, the sensation of his fingers driving me closer to the edge with every stroke, every movement.

“I can’t wait,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough, full of lust.

“Then don’t,” I gasped, my hands tugging at his waistband, pulling him closer, needing him more than I needed to breathe. He pulled his trousers away, flinging them across the room.

In one swift movement, he was inside me, filling me completely, and I cried out, my back arching off the couch, my nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust into me, slow at first, then harder, faster. Every movement sent a wave of pleasure crashing through me, building and building until it felt like I was going to come apart.

His breath was hot against my ear, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me, his body moving with mine, the two of us caught in this rhythm that felt ancient, primal, like we’d been made for each other.

He fucked me like a wild animal, his thrusts hard and fast, every movement sending shivers of pleasure through my body. His hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me closer to him as he drove into me, each stroke bringing us closer together until we were practically intertwined. His breath was hot against my ear, his gaze intense as he looked down at me, eyes gleaming with lust and desire.

Every muscle in his body tensed with each powerful thrust, his sweat dripping onto my skin, his scent filling my nostrils. It was as though he were trying to claim me, marking me as his own. And for a moment, I let myself surrender to it, to him, letting the pleasure take over until we were both lost in an ecstasy that seemed like it would last forever.

I could feel him getting closer, his body tensing, his breathing ragged, and I was right there with him, the pleasure coiling tight in my belly, ready to snap.

“Come for me, Katie,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, full of need.

And I did. The release hit me hard, my body trembling beneath him as I shattered, every nerve alive with pleasure, my hands clutching at him as if he was the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth. Jack followed a second later, his body going rigid, a groan escaping his lips as he came inside me, his seed filling me up, coating my walls with his essence. His body shuddered against mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he finally let go of the control he'd been holding onto for so long. For a moment, we simply clung together, our hearts racing in sync, before he carefully pulled out of me and collapsed beside me on the couch.

For a moment, we just lay there, tangled together, our bodies slick with sweat, the air still buzzing with the heat between us. I could hear the ocean outside, the waves crashing against the shore, but all I could feel was Jack, his heartbeat steady against mine, his arms wrapped around me as if he’d never let go.

Eventually, he lifted his head, his eyes finding mine, and that slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. “I think we’re going to like it here,” he said, his voice soft, teasing.

I laughed, running my fingers through his hair, feeling the weight of his body pressing me into the cushions. “I think you’re right.”

And as we lay there, the sounds of the island wrapping around us, I knew that this honeymoon, this moment, this life with Jack was everything I’d ever wanted. It was love. It was passion. It was everything.

Chapter 3

The warmth of the Caribbean sun wrapped around us as we stepped out of our hut, the air thick with the scent of salt and tropical flowers. Everything about this place felt alive, the bright greens of the palm trees, the vivid blues of the ocean in the distance, the bursts of pink and orange from the flowers that lined the pathways. It was a paradise, but none of it could distract me from Jack.

He slipped his hand into mine, fingers lacing together, his thumb brushing over my skin in a way that sent a familiar shiver up my spine. Even after everything on the plane and in the hut, the electricity between us hadn’t faded. It was like we were tethered together, the pull constant, impossible to ignore. Every look, every touch, made my skin tingle with the promise of more.

“Ready to explore?” Jack asked, his voice playful, as if he wasn’t already planning to pull me back inside the moment we got the chance.

I smiled up at him, feeling that flutter in my chest that I’d felt from the very beginning. “Lead the way, Mr. Andrews.”

He grinned, giving my hand a squeeze as we wandered down the narrow path that led toward the beach. The sound of the ocean was never far, the gentle crash of waves mingling with the laughter and chatter of other tourists and locals. But despite all the life around us, it felt like we were in our own world, lost in each other.

The hotel was a collection of small, private huts, each one tucked away behind lush greenery, offering just enough privacy to make you feel like you had the island to yourself. As we walked, my hand brushed against Jack’s arm, our steps in sync, his fingers teasing the bare skin of my back where my dress dipped low.

We found a small bar just beyond the hotel’s grounds, a hidden gem that looked like it had been plucked from a postcard. Bright yellow and turquoise walls, mismatched wooden tables, and chairs scattered across a wide deck that overlooked the ocean. String lights hung between the palm trees, gently swaying in the warm breeze, and the faint sound of reggae music played from somewhere inside. It was vibrant, alive, just like the island.

Jack’s hand tightened on mine, his fingers slipping to the small of my back as he guided me to the bar. The touch was innocent, but it ignited something inside me all over again. I glanced up at him, catching the glint in his eyes, the same hunger that had been there since the moment we boarded the plane. We couldn’t stop, couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and I didn’t want to.

We found two stools at the bar, close enough that our legs pressed together, our bodies leaning toward one another as if we couldn’t bear to be apart. Jack ordered two rum punches, his hand resting on my thigh under the bar, his thumb stroking the skin just above my knee in slow, lazy circles.

I tried to focus on the bright colours around us, the splashes of orange and pink from the flowers, the laughter of the other patrons, the vibrant music filling the air, but all I could feel was Jack. His touch, the heat radiating from his body, the way his fingers moved higher with every pass, making it hard to think, hard to breathe.

When the drinks arrived, I took a sip, the sweet, tropical flavours bursting on my tongue, but even that couldn’t distract me from the way Jack’s hand was now tracing patterns higher on my thigh, just under the edge of my dress. I shifted in my seat, my breath catching, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Jack,” I warned softly, my tone half scolding, half desperate.

He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “What?”

The low rumble of his voice sent a jolt of heat straight through me. My skin flushed, my heart racing as his fingers moved higher, teasing, making it impossible to focus on anything but him. “We’re in public,” I murmured, though my voice betrayed me, breathless with desire.

“That’s what makes it fun,” he said, his breath warm against my neck.

I shot him a look, but it was impossible to hide the smile tugging at my lips. He was impossible. And I was completely, hopelessly lost in him.

The bar was full of people, most of them tourists like us, chatting and laughing, completely unaware of the tension building between Jack and me. His hand continued to explore under the table, each touch sending a fresh wave of heat through me, making it harder to sit still, harder to keep quiet. My body was already betraying me, the rush of desire taking over as I pressed my legs together, trying to stay composed.

But Jack wasn’t making it easy. His hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the edge of my underwear, and I bit my lip to keep from gasping, my grip tightening on the edge of the bar. I could feel the heat building between us, the pulse of need that had been simmering all day now threatening to overflow.

“Jack,” I whispered again, my voice barely a breath.

He grinned, his eyes dark with mischief, and leaned in to kiss my neck, the soft brush of his lips making me moan into him. “I love watching you like this,” he murmured, his hand pressing a little more firmly, his touch sending sparks through my body. “So desperate for me.”

I shot him a look that was equal parts frustration and lust, but I couldn’t deny how much I wanted him. Needed him. The air between us was charged, the pull magnetic, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before we’d have to find somewhere more private. Somewhere we could lose ourselves in each other again.

The food arrived, grilled fish, bright with spices and surrounded by vibrant fruits and vegetables. The colours were dazzling, a reflection of the island itself, but I could hardly taste anything. My mind was too clouded with the feel of Jack’s hand on my skin, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate paths that left me aching for more.

We ate slowly, sharing bites between whispered laughter, our hands finding each other under the table, our bodies pressed close together. Even here, in the middle of the island’s bright and bustling life, it felt like it was just the two of us, wrapped up in this heady mix of passion and love that made every moment feel electric.

“I think it’s time to get you back to the hut,” Jack said softly, his hand slipping even higher under my dress, his touch making it impossible to focus on anything else.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “What’s stopping you?”

His smile was slow, lazy, filled with heat as he stood and offered me his hand. “Come on.”

We left the bar hand in hand, the warmth of the sun sinking lower on the horizon, casting everything in shades of gold. The island was still alive around us—the music, the laughter, the bright bursts of colour everywhere we looked—but none of it compared to the fire burning between us.

The walk back to the hut should have been a short one, but with every step, Jack made sure it wasn’t. His fingers slid from my hand to my waist, his thumb brushing just under the hem of my skirt, teasing the bare skin of my hip. I felt a thrill rush through me, the heat between us simmering, threatening to boil over at any moment.

I could see it in his eyes, the same hunger that had been building all day, growing stronger with every touch, every look. We were walking in a paradise, surrounded by the sounds of the ocean and the warmth of the fading sun, but all I could feel was Jack. Every brush of his fingers, every teasing grin sent sparks shooting through my body, making it impossible to think about anything but getting him alone again.

His hand slipped lower, grazing my thigh as we walked, and I let out a soft gasp, biting my lip to keep from making more noise. I shot him a look, playful but full of heat, and he just grinned, that wicked, infuriatingly sexy grin that told me he knew exactly what he was doing.

“You’re going to pay for this when we get back,” I warned, though my voice was more breathless than threatening.

Jack raised an eyebrow, his hand sliding higher, brushing the edge of my underwear, his touch light, teasing. “Can’t wait.”

Every step back to the hut felt like torture. His hand kept wandering, finding every sensitive spot, making it harder to focus on the path in front of us. I could feel my pulse racing, the anticipation coiling tight in my stomach, every nerve on fire with the promise of what was to come. And I wasn’t the only one. I could see the tension in his body, the way his breathing quickened, the way his eyes darkened with desire every time he looked at me.

By the time we reached the hut, I was ready to explode.

The door barely closed behind us before I was on him, pushing him against it with more force than I expected, my hands sliding under his shirt, needing to feel him, touch him, consume him. Jack let out a rough laugh, but I could see the surprise in his eyes. I grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I whispered, my voice low, teasing, but filled with the fire that had been building inside me all day.

His hands found my hips, pulling me close as he kissed me hard, his lips crashing into mine, hot and hungry. “You have no idea.”

But this time, I wasn’t going to let him take control. This time, it was my turn.

Practically dragging him to the bedroom, I pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him before he had a chance to react, my hands pressing his chest down as I leaned in close, my lips grazing his ear. “Stay still,” I whispered, the words soft, but the command clear.

Jack’s eyes widened slightly, his breath catching, but I saw the grin that tugged at his lips. He liked this. He liked seeing me take charge, seeing this side of me unleashed.

“Whatever you say,” he murmured, his voice rough, full of that same dark desire that made my skin burn.

I kissed him again, harder this time, my nails digging into his chest as I ground against him, feeling him hard and ready beneath me. His hands came up to my waist, but I grabbed his wrists, pinning them down above his head. “I said stay still.”

Jack groaned softly, his body tensing beneath me, but he obeyed, his eyes locked on mine, filled with nothing but hunger.

I took my time, teasing him the way he’d teased me all day. My fingers traced the lines of his muscles, slow, deliberate, driving him crazy with every touch. I could feel him trembling beneath me, his breath coming in shallow gasps, his eyes half-closed as he fought to keep still. It was intoxicating, seeing him like this, seeing how much he wanted me, how much he needed me.

I leaned down, my lips brushing his neck, kissing, biting, making him groan as I moved lower, my fingers sliding over the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down, slow enough to make him squirm.

“Katie,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire, his body straining beneath me. “You’re killing me.”

I smiled against his skin, my lips brushing his ear. “Good.”

In one swift motion, I freed him, my hand wrapping around him, stroking him slowly, teasingly, loving the way his body tensed beneath my touch. He was already so hard, already aching for me, and it made me feel powerful, knowing that I could drive him to the edge like this.

Jack let out a low groan, his hands gripping the sheets as I moved over him, my hips grinding against him in a way that made my breath catch, my body already burning with need. I could feel him, could feel how badly he wanted me, and it only made me want him more.

I positioned myself over him, before slowly sliding down taking him in slowly, torturously slow, making sure he felt every inch of it, every movement. Jack gasped, his hands flying to my hips, gripping me hard as he thrust up, but I pressed down, holding him still, setting the pace.

“Not yet,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, breathless. “You don’t get to take control yet.”

He groaned, his head falling back against the pillows, his hands still gripping my hips, but he didn’t try to move again. Instead, he watched me, his eyes filled with that same fire, that same intensity that made my heart race, my skin burn.

The rhythm was slow at first, deliberate, each movement sending a fresh wave of heat through me, building and building with every thrust, every moan that escaped his lips. I could feel him getting closer, could feel the tension coiling tighter in his body, and it only made me push harder, faster, riding him with everything I had.

“Katie,” he gasped, his voice strained, his body trembling beneath me as he tried to hold on. “Fuck, ”

But I wasn’t going to let him hold on. I wanted him to lose control, wanted to hear him groan my name, wanted to feel him lose control beneath me.

His eyes fluttered closed as his hips bucked against mine, a gasp escaping him as his release came, hot and thick inside of me. I matched his movements, riding him through the climax, feeling my own body shuddering with the pleasure that coursed through me. And then it was over, both of us collapsing onto the bed, panting heavily, our hearts still racing from the intensity of the moment.

For a moment, we just stayed there, tangled together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing ragged, the sound of the ocean still faintly in the background. My head fell against his chest, his arms wrapping around me as we both tried to catch our breath.

When I finally lifted my head, I found Jack grinning at me, that lazy, satisfied grin that made my heart skip a beat.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice still rough, his hands tracing lazy patterns on my back.

I smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, feeling the warmth of him, the love between us that was just as intense as the passion. “I think we both are.”

And as we lay there, tangled in each other, I knew one thing for sure: this was only the beginning of a lifetime of moments like this, filled with love, fire, and everything in between.

Chapter 4

The sun was already high in the sky when we woke up, its warmth spilling through the sheer curtains of our hut. Jack’s arm was draped lazily over my waist, his body warm and comforting against mine. I blinked at the soft light filtering in, the memory of last night sending a wave of heat through me. My skin tingled where his fingers rested, even now, as if the fire between us never cooled.

I turned in his arms, brushing my lips against his jawline, feeling his slow, sleepy grin spread before his eyes even opened. "Morning," I murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth.

Jack groaned softly, pulling me closer, his hand sliding lower on my back. "We’re never getting out of this bed, are we?"

I laughed, nipping at his neck before slipping from his grasp and out of the sheets. "Not if you keep that up." I threw him a teasing glance over my shoulder as I made my way to the dresser, pulling out the bikini I’d been saving for today. Bright red and barely covering what it should, I knew it would drive him crazy.

His eyes followed me, heat already simmering in them. "You’re wearing that?"

I grinned, tying the straps slowly, watching his reaction as the bikini hugged my curves. "Thought you liked this one," I teased, adjusting the bottom so it sat just right.

Jack was off the bed and behind me in seconds, his hands on my waist, pulling me back against him. "I like it a little too much." His lips brushed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hands started to wander, slipping lower, teasing the edge of the bikini, but I turned, pushing him back with a playful laugh.

"Later." I grabbed my coverall, slipping it over the bikini. The fabric was light, almost sheer, doing little to hide the red beneath. Jack’s eyes darkened as he watched me tie the front loosely. I winked at him, grabbing the beach bag. "Come on, I’m starving."

He groaned, running a hand through his hair, but followed me out the door, his hand slipping around my waist the second we stepped onto the path. We headed toward the beach, the warm breeze carrying the scent of salt and flowers, the soft sound of waves crashing in the distance.

The island was alive. Birds called from the treetops, the sky above bright and clear, with a few distant clouds on the horizon. The path was lined with lush, vibrant greenery, palm trees, hibiscus flowers, and bursts of colour from tropical plants. It was paradise, but neither of us could stay focused on the scenery for long. Not with the way Jack’s hand kept brushing against my back, teasing the edges of my coverall.

"You’re impossible," I whispered, though I wasn’t trying to stop him.

His fingers slid lower, brushing the bare skin of my thigh just under the coverall. "And you’re not?"

We wandered along the beach for a while, finding a spot near the water where the sand was softest. I laid out a towel, settling down as Jack took off his shirt, the muscles in his back flexing as he stretched. I bit my lip, watching him with a smile.

"You keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to breakfast," he said, catching my stare.

I raised an eyebrow, letting my eyes roam over his body, slowly. "Maybe that’s the plan."

Jack sat down beside me, his hand already moving to my leg, slipping under the coverall. I let out a soft sigh, leaning back, enjoying the feel of his fingers on my skin, the warmth of the sun, the sound of the ocean. Every touch, every glance between us was filled with that same teasing, playful desire that had been simmering since the moment we woke up.

We stayed like that for a while, just the two of us, lost in each other, until hunger finally pulled us from the beach. I slipped my coverall back on, tying it loosely again as we made our way toward the small town nearby.

The town was alive with colour, the buildings painted in bright blues, pinks, and yellows, vibrant murals covering the walls. The streets were filled with locals and tourists alike, but I noticed something different as we walked. A few of the shopkeepers were closing shutters, some even boarding up windows. It was subtle, nothing alarming, just little things, like the way some people worked with quiet urgency, or how the breeze felt just a little stronger than it had earlier.

But neither Jack nor I gave it much thought. We were too caught up in the moment, in each other. His hand was always on me, sliding to the small of my back, fingers brushing my skin just below the fabric of my coverall. I wasn’t innocent either. I kept teasing him, leaning into him every time we stopped, whispering in his ear, trailing my fingers across his chest.

At a small café tucked between two colourful buildings, we sat down to eat. The table was shaded under a large palm tree, the leaves rustling in the breeze. The café was bright, filled with the smells of fresh fruit and grilled fish, but I could barely focus on the food. Jack’s hand rested on my thigh, his thumb stroking soft circles just under the coverall. It sent jolts of heat through me, making it impossible to sit still.

"You’re playing with fire," I warned softly, taking a bite of pineapple, the sweetness bursting on my tongue.

Jack leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. "Maybe I like getting burned."

I bit my lip, my fingers trailing up his arm, feeling the tension in his muscles. "Then you’re in for it."

After we ate, we wandered the streets of the town, browsing through shops, but the playful teasing never stopped. I’d catch Jack’s eyes lingering on me, and I’d smile, slipping my hand under his shirt when no one was looking. His fingers would find the bare skin under my coverall, making me gasp softly as we walked. The tension between us kept building, the need to be alone, to give in to the fire, growing stronger with every step.