“Jack—”
He bent his head and nibbled on her bottom lip as he took the flashlight from her and set it on the ground. “No one will find us.”
Charlie opened her mouth to protest, but when he broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head, the words clogged in her throat as she admired his lean torso and the chiseled muscles of his abs. When he undid his button and removed his sneakers and jeans next, she nearly moaned when she saw his rigid shaft jutting out from his body.
His hands returned to her, and when they slid to her shirt, he pushed it up. For a moment, she hesitated to lift her arms. Then they rose, and he pulled off the shirt. His dick jumped at the sight of her bared breasts and the taut nipples standing out from their dusky pink areolas. Gripping the waistband of her pants, he pulled her against him; her body melded perfectly to his.
“I never expected to find you,” he whispered while his eyes traced the contours of her face.
Charlie gulped; she had no idea what to say as he stared at her with the expression of a man who had discovered everything he ever wanted and more. The fact he seemed to have found it inherwas overwhelming and a bit terrifying. They were bound together, so deeply entwined that they would die without each other, but she had no idea how he felt about her.
Watching him with her son had turned her into a gooey marshmallow, and she was falling head over heels for him, but the rational part of her brain kept telling her it was impossible to love someone so soon after meeting him.
“This is all happening so fast,” she murmured as he slid the button on her pants free.
He bent to kiss her neck, and when his tongue swirled out to taste her collarbone, her legs nearly gave out on her. He made her forget all her doubts as he set her blood on fire and scrambled her brain. She’d never lost herself to someone the way she lost herself to Jack.
When he bent to pull her pants down over her hips and thighs, Charlie forgot all about her concerns of being discovered as she stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Jack remained kneeling before her, his gaze drinking in her body. Charlie shuddered when he ran his hands over her calves and up her thighs to the junction between her legs. She tensed in anticipation, but his fingers only brushed teasingly against her before sliding higher while he rose to stand before her.
“It may have happened fast, but I love you, and I’m going to love you every day for the rest of our lives,” he said as he grasped her hands and, sliding his fingers between hers, lifted them to rest them against the wall beside her head.
“Love me?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he said as he bent his head to kiss her.
She didn’t know how to respond. Chad repeatedly claimed to love her, but in the end, his words meant nothing. However, Jack would never say anything he didn’t mean, and even without the words, his actions repeatedly proved he cared for her.
She hadn’t been so scared about something since she was separated from Dylan and shoved into the trunk of a car. He wouldn’t break her heart, not on purpose, but what if something happened to him?
Then she realized she could play the game of what-ifs for an eternity. All it would get her was an extremely long and unlived life. After three years on this island, she refused to remain locked in a prison of her own making. She may be terrified of what the future held, but she would embrace it.
Her legs parted when she felt his shaft pressing against her, and it slid between her thighs to stroke against her already wet and aching center. She expected him to enter her; instead, he pulled back before gliding forward to tease her once more. Charlie’s fingers dug into Jack’s shoulders as she wiggled her hips to draw him into her, but he only continued to torment her.
Jack released her hands to grip her wrists as he bent to run his tongue along the curve of her delicate neck. “Jack,” she moaned.
His name on her lips was nearly his undoing, but he was determined to savor her. “Charlie,” he murmured as he kissed her ear and released her wrists.
When he didn’t give her what she wanted, she wrapped her hand around his cock. He groaned when she stroked him, and a sense of power flooded Charlie. This man was hers; he’d claimed her, made her his, and he loved her. And she loved him.
Jack clasped Charlie’s hips and lifted her. Slipping her legs around his waist, she guided him into her and slid onto him.We’re one.
She felt this throughout her entire being; knew it as surely as she knew she would take another breath. Her fingers threaded into his hair as he turned her away from the wall, walked her three feet and brought her down to the ground. Charlie clung to him as he thrust within her until she couldn’t tell his body from hers.
Pleasure built inside her, and when her body came apart, she turned her head into his shoulder and bit down to stifle her cries. As his blood filled her mouth and his fangs pierced her flesh, his love swamped her until she felt like she was drowning beneath it, but it was the sweetest death.
Charlie released her bite on him and fell back to lay panting beneath him on the floor. She couldn’t stop trembling as tremors ran through her body.
Jack drew her into his arms and inhaled her calming scent as he tasted her blood on his lips and smiled. He may have never seen her coming, but he would never let her go.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Grasping her hand, he rested it against his chest. “You are my heart, Charlie.”
Tears slid down her face as he kissed her again.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Charlie slidthrough the woods with Jack, Clifford, and Kirha. They moved noiselessly through the trees, heading for the boat dock first. Jack didn’t think his friends would return to the boat dock, but they still had to look to make sure.
