I don't know what I'd have done if he'd pulled away. It had taken everything inside me to ask for what I needed. Thank god, I never had to find out. He was kissing me before I'd gotten all the words out.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he growled the words against my throat as he caught me up in his arms. The water roiled around us as he carried me back up the beach, to the clearing where we'd left our things. He put me on my feet in the middle of the blanket and stepped back, just enough to singe my whole body with the fire in his eyes. "You have no fucking idea how much I want you right now… how fucking bad I need to…"

He was streaming water. It ran from his hair, down his chest. The muscles at his waist turned it inward so that it drew my eyes to the huge bulge barely contained by his briefs. I started to reach for him, brazen with need… with hunger…

"No." He stopped me with one word. I met his eyes and they were burning with the same desperation I felt. He smiled darkly, teasing me...daring me…

"Strip for me," he ordered. His voice was soft, but the tone left no room for argument. "You're fucking wet and I can see how much you want this. So strip off that soaking swimsuit and let me look at you."

I hesitated only at the change in him. That, and how this new side of him made me feel. I didn't think I could want this anymore than I already did. I was wrong.

"Slow, sweetheart. Turn your ass to me and take it off slowly… Just like that… Fuck, Libby, you're so fucking beautiful."

I bent forward, farther than I needed to and eased the fabric over the curve of my ass. Then I spread my feet apart and bent a little lower… I felt his huge warm hands warm on me, and for the first time in my life, I was grateful for my generous curves. He stroked my ass gently, reaching around to cup my breasts.

"I could touch you like this forever and never get enough," he growled. "I need your skin… the way you taste... "He turned me to face him. "Like this, under the sky, free and perfect. The way it should be. The way I always imagined it could be…"

I reached up to tangle my hands in his hair. His mouth was salty and delicious. I knew the rest of him would taste the same. And if this was the last time, I wanted to be able to remember… I reached to him, sliding my fingers under the elastic. He groaned as I bared him and took him in my hands.

"Lick me," he gasped out. I was already on my knees. "Oh, fuck, sweetheart…"

I ached to swallow him whole, but held back, licking the length of him with the very tip of my tongue. He was salty, slippery, the head of his cock dark and angry from having to wait. I slid my hands up the inside of his thighs and felt him swell in my mouth.

He shifted his body, moving me with his hands so I could keep his cock trapped where it was. But in seconds I was on my back, his mouth on my pussy and his huge cock still in my mouth. He rocked his hips gently, careful not to go too far… but his mouth punished my clit with everything he was holding back. His lips worked me hard, his tongue reached up inside me. He held my ass in his hands, pressing me to him relentlessly as he built me up to the edge. Just as I came, he slipped his cock from my mouth, letting me cry out as it hit me. But even before it had finished, I felt something deep in my belly… an emptiness that only he had the power to fill…

"Fuck me," I begged, grasping at him. "Oh, Jack...I need you to fill me up and fuck me now…"

He had me on my knees in a fast second and buried himself in me with one hard thrust. I bent forward, arching my back, my body begging him for more. "God, yes… just… fuck… me…"

He rocked me with his thrusts, pounding his full length into me. There was no thought, only pure need and the undeniable force of desire. My breasts shook with every jolt. He leaned into me and took them in his hands, feeling their weight and their movement as he took me. He was swelling with every thrust and I could feel his huge head buried high and deep in me. Neither of us had much time left…

Then, after one last deep thrust, he pulled out. My whole body cried out with the loss of him. But he turned me onto my back and let his cock pound against my hip, slowing himself so he could kiss me… I could taste us both on his lips.

Sliding his body along mine, he let the heat of his cock find its way, slowly now… more gently. What had been the hard driving fuck I'd begged him for, was changing now. Into something else. Something I wasn't even brave enough to name. I spread my legs, lifting them high, opening myself to him… I'd never felt so free… or so totally vulnerable.

"I want you like nothing I've ever wanted…. Need you like nothing I've ever needed…" His words were sweet in my ear. Everything in me wanted to believe it was true. That I could be enough, just as I was. He made me feel like… just maybe… it could be true.

"My beautiful, beautiful wife." He buried his face in my breasts and I wrapped myself around him. He slid into me gently this time, filling me until the tears ran from the corners of my eyes.

But there was no patience left in either of us. We moved together, building fast with a need that drove us both. There was no more waiting, no more holding back. I clutched at his back as my orgasm hit, feeling him empty himself inside me. With every stroke, he pulsed his seed.

We held on, as everything in the world shattered but us.

He reached over to tuck my hair behind my ear. It was a simple gesture, but I'd grown so used to it. I rested my head on his chest, holding on for as long as I could, to the warm, safe feeling I had in his arms.

We had spent the entire afternoon together on the beach, naked under the trees. No matter how much we gave, it was never enough. I couldn't get my fill of him. We'd given up the pretense of going to our separate rooms, so when the light had faded, we'd climbed the stairs to his room. Even now, I could feel his cock stirring, ready for more.

He eased himself down along my side until his mouth reached my nipple. He teased it lazily with his tongue. He wrapped his hands around my whole breast, pushing the nipple up, sucking… nuzzling… "God, sweetheart… you were made for this…"

He took his time, giving both my tight, aching nipples the attention they needed. He ran his hands over me, just taking in the feel of my skin. It felt like he wanted to know me, just by touch… the way I might explore a sculpture with my own hands. I touched him too, letting our pleasure build more slowly now, more deeply than before. We had the whole night ahead of us…

"Libby, my beautiful girl," he pulled me on top of him and took my face on his hands. He kissed my mouth… my cheeks… my forehead. My breasts were huge soft mounds on the hardness of his chest and I had his heavy cock trapped between my thighs. "I wish we could stay here like this… just like this…" He kissed me again. "I know I promised we could stay the whole month, but…"

"What is it, Jack?" I pushed back to see his face. "What's happened?"

"Nothing, probably…" He played with one of my curls. "But I should fly back, just for a day or two. To get the Warner deal done." He frowned. "I should have finished it before we left. But I had… other things on my mind…" He rolled me underneath him.

"You could come with me, if you like. Moki, too." He rubbed his erection against me and I felt another wave of hunger roll through me. "It's just about time for you to take your first test too… If you come with me, we can have it done in the clinic. And be absolutely sure." He slipped inside me easily and I arched against him. "That you've got my baby inside you, sweetheart…"

My body responded to his shamelessly, all the while my mind racing. I was terrified to take another test so soon, afraid that it would still be negative. Only the clinical insemination had been during the right time of the month for me to conceive. What were the chances of getting pregnant after that? No matter how amazing it was.... making love to this beautiful man…

I held on, meeting every thrust of his body with the forceful need of my own. He held me, kissing me, devouring me, pushing me to beyond my limits. I don't know which drove me hardest… fear or desire. But I gave in to them both. And when he looked into my eyes and thrust inside me with everything he had, he made his demand.

"Come with me," he ordered. "Now." He thrust again hard. "Now."

And I did.

The contract Spencer had promised Jack was waiting in the fax machine by morning. But he'd already set the trip back home in motion. The pilot, Davis, would be here with the helicopter within the hour.

"You're sure I can't convince you?" He poured me a glass of orange juice and heaped my plate with scrambled eggs. "Moki's in perfect health, aren't you girl?" He rubbed her ears and she squirmed with delight. "They can take care of her here, or she could come with us." He put his hand over mine, his eyes serious. "I don't like the idea of leaving you here alone."

I finished my juice and felt my stomach turn uneasily. "I won't be alone, Jack. There's staff on the island. And you'll only be gone for a day or so." I swallowed as liquid pooled in the back of my throat. "We'll be fine here. I'll rest and I can work up in my studio." I smiled reassuringly. "You're going to be busy in the office anyway. You do still have a company to run…"

He finished his breakfast and cleared the dishes away. He smiled at my uneaten eggs, his eyes bright, hopeful.

"You'll call me, if you need me… if there's anything at all…" He held my chin. "And we'll take that test just as soon as I get back." He kissed me easily, his eyes so warm, so trusting. "I can't wait for you to tell me I'm going to be a father."

"I promise," I replied, nodding firmly. "I think I want that almost as much as you do…"

He took my hand, the one with the emerald, and kissed the back of it. Then he turned it over, and kissed the center of my palm… His mouth was so warm, there was something so intimate in the gesture. I fought back the tears that stung the backs of my eyes and forced myself to give him the bright smile he deserved.

He smiled back and kissed my lips, quickly, lightly. Then he reached for the overnight bag waiting by the door. We could hear the helicopter in the distance… he needed to be waiting by the pad.

"Libby… I want you to know, I…"

He stopped, his eyes intense, half a breath paused, the waiting words unspoken.

"I'll be back before you know I'm gone, sweetheart. And if you need anything, I'm a phone call away." He kissed me and put his hand gently on my belly. "Take care of yourselves," he smiled.

I followed him out, waiting at a distance he boarded and the helicopter slowly took off. I watched until it was nothing but a speck in the sky. Only a moment later, it was completely gone, and the tears I'd held back were set free.