"My wife," he said.

I gave him my best sultry look as I tilted my head sideways. I walked to him and unb.u.t.toned his shirt, then unzipped his suit pants. "Mr. Felton," I said.

"I've always loved it when you called me that."

"I know, Mr. Felton." I kissed the crook of his neck.

His hands ran across my back and unhooked the strapless bra. I kissed him across his chest and slid my tongue down to his nipple where I flicked. Moans escaped him. He backed me up toward the king-sized bed and slid his underwear to the floor. If anyone was on the beach, they would be able to see everything that happened in this room, but I didn't care. As Finnley laid me down on the bed, my chest rose and fell with each breath. My heart wouldn't stop pounding. This was exactly what I had wanted-to be one with him.

He lay beside me and propped his head up with his arm and smiled. I smiled back, feeling more nervous than I had when I had given him my virginity. So much had happened since the night he had officially stolen my heart. He slid the tips of his fingers over my skin. Chill b.u.mps formed in every place he touched, and I closed my eyes as he memorized my body. He took his time as he lightly touched my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, my stomach, and rubbed between my legs and over my panties. He leaned over, closer to my face, and placed his lips over mine. When I pushed up to kiss him, he pulled his head away.

"Uh-uh. Not yet, Mrs. Felton." His voice was low and gravelly. To tease me further, he ran his open lips across mine but refused to press.

"You're driving me crazy," I said.

He slid his lips across my cheek until his mouth met my ear, and then whispered, "Good."

I swallowed. His feather-light kisses continued to tease and tempt me. I was experiencing some sort of euphoria.

Finnley wrapped the little strings of my panties in his fist and pulled, snapping them completely off my body. I opened my eyes and turned my head to him.

"What can I say?" he said.

I chuckled. While it seemed everything around me had drastically changed, the little things hadn't. Finnley f.u.c.king Felton was still a panty ripper.

Once my panties were off, he lifted himself on top of me. My legs parted instantaneously. The tip of his d.i.c.k played on the outside of me.

"You're so f.u.c.king wet," he said, staring into my eyes. I lifted my eyebrows, and he leaned down and gave me his mouth. His soft lips, I wanted them so bad. And when I had them, a feeling of relief flooded me. Then slowly he pushed himself inside me. I gasped as I trailed my fingers up his back. His movements never picked up pace. They were slow and precise as he pushed his d.i.c.k deeper, harder. I pressed my body against his, and together we panted.

"Oh my G.o.d," I said into his mouth as he kissed and tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth. It had never felt like that before. Never. We had crossed from f.u.c.king to making love. His chest was against mine, and his breathing was heavy and thick. I could smell his skin, his soap, everything about him, and it made me feel alive. He lay on his back, and I climbed on top of him, allowing every hard inch of his erection to fill me. Instead of moving, I sat there with him fully inside me. His hands roamed up my stomach to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and I leaned over, claiming his mouth as mine. Slow and steady, I rocked my hips, taking him from the tip all the way down the shaft. He groaned deeply as I moaned, rocking harder. His thumb playing with my c.l.i.t as another pinched my nipple. Harder. Faster. Then it seemed the entire world shifted on itself as I came. I threw my head back and rode him until my o.r.g.a.s.m finished, but I didn't stop there. I wanted him to fill me with himself, with every last drop.

My insides screamed out with pleasure every single time I pushed him deep inside me.

He was close. I knew he was. His muscles tightened.

He grasped my waist more tightly, and then it happened.

Warmness spread throughout me, along with a happiness that I never wanted to end. I toppled on top of his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me. I felt and heard his heart beating wildly with mine.

The sun had set, and the only lights in the room came from the flickering candles in the jars. I moved beside him, and we just lay there, holding each other with our eyes closed.

This, I knew, was love, a love that couldn't be stolen, a love that would never be lost. Today, we had shared something so private, so intimate, that our hearts were mended as one. Nothing could break our bond.

Finnley pressed his lips against my forehead, and I looped my leg over his. Somehow, I knew that no matter what happened between us, we would inevitably be like this-tangled together by love.

The light from the rising sun woke me. I reached my arm over and felt warmth, but no Finnley. As soon as I sat up in bed, he walked in with two cups of coffee. Pajama bottoms hung carelessly from his waist, and I could see the outline of him. I bit my lip at the thought of him and last night. It seemed like a dream, and if it were, I wanted to sleep forever.

Finnley handed over a cup of coffee. "Milk and two sugars, just like you like," he said.

I happily took the cup and sipped the liquid warmth, then set it down on the nightstand.

"Come here." Finn took my hand and led me over to the giant windows. He wrapped his arms around my body and smelled my hair, kissed my forehead, then held me. I would treasure his gentleness and love for the rest of my life.

I turned around and stared outside. His reflection bounced from the window, and every few seconds I would look out at the beach, then back at him. Finnley stood behind my naked body and draped his arms over my shoulders as we watched the early sun peek over the horizon. Orange and blue skies looked as if they would swallow the beach in one gulp.

He twirled me around, and leaned down and kissed me. Soft, warm lips barely touched mine. Then they were rough, ravenous, full of want and desire. My back pressed against the cool gla.s.s, and I sighed in his mouth.

"I thought I would have you for breakfast," he said.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he lifted me into the air. We were starved for each other. I breathed him in, all of him, and memorized his fingers on my skin. The intensity in the room grew, and with every kiss, Finnley stole my breath away. My heart and body both wanted the same thing-him. I was magnetized to him, unable to focus on anything else in the room. The brightness of the rising sun and the smell of the freshly roasted coffee had all faded away. All I knew was Finnley, and all he knew was me.

He leaned down and nibbled on my neck. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. Between his teeth, he tugged on my nipple. I sighed when he pushed himself inside me. My body was ready, wanting to feel him. I couldn't get enough of Finnley, my drug.

My back pressed against the gla.s.s window, and I was brought back to the moment in my townhouse. Finnley had taken it slow, then had gone hard and fast. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled hard. He growled into my neck as I screamed out in sweet satisfaction.

"f.u.c.k me like you hate me," I whispered, and tugged his hair even harder.

Our s.e.x went to the next level. Rough. Aggressive. Greedy. He tucked his arms under my legs and steadied me against the gla.s.s. We kissed each other so hard my lips pounded.

"Harder," I whispered in his ear. He did exactly as I said. He slid effortlessly inside me, and I opened my legs as wide as I possibly could, making sure I took every inch of him. After a few more moments, Finnley let me down and pressed my bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s against the gla.s.s. He wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled my head back to look into his eyes. The moment was too intense. There were too many emotions streaming through me at that moment. Then Finnley loosened his grip and I lifted my a.s.s in the air. He grabbed onto my hips and slid himself between my part. After teasing me for a few more minutes, he pushed himself deep inside me. I moaned and pressed my hands against the gla.s.s. We were like a lock and key, made for each other, forever, both useless without the other.

He drove himself into me deeper, and I knew it wouldn't be long until I lost all control.

"f.u.c.k me," I whispered. "f.u.c.k me, harder," I demanded.

Finnley didn't let lose. He panted behind me and gave me everything he was. I wanted him to break me, finally, break me as he dove deep inside me as he held my legs up. He f.u.c.ked me until I felt something I had never felt before, a euphoric feeling almost.

"Your p.u.s.s.y is pure perfection," he said into my neck. Finnley reached around and played with my c.l.i.t, and that's all it took before I was losing myself on him, gasping for air and panting with pleasure. He turned me around and kissed my lips, then dipped his length back inside me. His thrusts became slower as he rested his forehead against mine. Our lips were lost, and he only pulled away to tell me he was coming. He breathed me in, and we stood in each other's embrace. Skin on skin, heart to heart, together.

"That was the best breakfast I've ever had," he whispered. "I can't get enough of you. I don't want to. You're exactly what I've always wanted, needed. I love you so much."

I smiled at him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you, too. Forever."

JENNIFER.

Twenty-nine.

Finnley had me for breakfast, and I ended up having him for lunch. We lay in each other's arms for hours, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. I didn't have a worry or care in our world, just the two of us-our skin, our touch and our love. It was all I needed and wanted. Finnley made a call and had Chinese food and wine delivered to us. The paper bag was full of white boxes with dragons on the outside. I opened them and saw wontons, eggrolls, fried rice, and lo mein.

Two empty crystal gla.s.ses waited to be filled with red. Finnley ripped the end off the chopsticks and handed me mine. He rubbed them together and positioned them perfectly in his hands as he portioned our plates.

"I love this place. I know it's just Chinese food, but it's the best d.a.m.n Chinese food in the entire world," Finnley said.

When I took my first bite, I knew exactly what he was talking about. My mouth burst alive with the fresh flavors of the food, which were then drowned with a dry wine. Needless to say, I was in foodie heaven. I struggled with the chopsticks and Finnley laughed at me. Then he grabbed a rubber band from a drawer and wrapped the top of the sticks. He leaned over my shoulder, and the heat from his chest pressed against me.

After we were finished, Finnley slung a bag over his shoulder and grabbed my hand.

"Do you trust me?" he asked "Of course," I said.

Torches lined the walkway and the flames lit the way. Our footsteps echoed off the wooded planks, and when our feet hit the sand, he slipped off his shoes. He lifted his eyebrows, encouraging me to do the same. When I didn't immediately take them off, he dropped to his knee and slipped my sandals off. I hated the beach, but being here, like this, made me adore it.

"You have to experience the sand between your toes. No ifs, ands, or buts about it," Finnley said. We walked a few feet until the water was a foot away. Finnley pulled a blanket out of his bag and laid it on the beach. We sat on the blanket on the white dusty sand and watched the sun set in the sky. Pinks painted across the sky, and pretty soon, it was the color of plums. I leaned my head on Finnley's shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around me. Eventually, the deep purples faded into darkness. The moon was a beacon in the dark sky, surrounded by shining diamonds.

"Have you ever thought about the moon? Finnley asked.

I shook my head and looked over at him.

A white glow lit his face. "Maybe the moon and Earth were once lovers and something happened, so instead of forcing himself upon her, he continues to follow her and light her darkness. Control her tides and brighten the dark nights."

"Well, maybe the moon is the woman of the relationship."

"Can't be. Everyone knows it's the man in the moon. Sorry, love."

I moved closer to him. The warmth of his skin radiated off him. Cool wind swept from the ocean, and the sounds of crashing waves moved through me.

"It's a big world out there," Finnley said. "I'm happy to be able to share it with you."

"How do you always find a way to take my breath away?"

He pulled me onto his lap. I ran my fingers through his messy, windblown hair and kissed the softness of his neck. Scruff on his chin grazed my skin. My blood pumped quicker through my veins, which acted like streets to my heart. Flutters, b.u.t.terflies, all those little feelings that characters in movies experience, I had them. Finnley had forged a path into my heart with himself. He had broken down my walls, the barriers that had taken years to construct. With one look, one touch, they had crumbled to dust, only to be blown away by the sweet wind.

He grabbed my face with soft hands and kissed me so softly I thought I would melt into him. It felt like the beginning of my life, like I had died and come back just for him.

The stars shone and the moonlight reflected off the water like shards from a white kaleidoscope. Finnley wrapped his arms around me and lay back on the blanket, smiling.

"Can life get any better than this?" he whispered as he looked up at the night sky.

I rested my head on his chest and lay there, listening to his steady heartbeat. Time seemed to stand still, and a small piece of me never wanted this to end. I wanted to stay relaxed on the beach with Finnley forever. I wanted to let Hawaii capture me with its white sandy beaches and beautiful skies. There were no worries here, no Jesse. I actually hadn't thought of her since we'd landed, not until just then. I steadied myself until my face was directly above Finnley's.

"Yes, Mrs. Felton?"

"Can we stay here forever?"

He laughed, then rolled me onto the blanket and kissed me. When he pulled away, he was nothing but serious.

"We can't, Jenn. I would love to stay here, but I've got business to take care of. We fly out tomorrow. And don't give me that look."

Stink face, I had mastered the look years ago. I knew we couldn't stay, but the thought was nice while it lasted. I was never one to run from my problems, so I knew going back was what had to happen, but I secretly hoped Abbot had found Jesse and had taken care of the problem while we were away. He had promised me he would find her, and I trusted Abbot with my life, almost as much as I trusted Finnley.

JENNIFER.

Thirty.

We awoke and drank coffee on the patio. I wanted to suck in every bit of Hawaii that I could. I wanted to remember the way the air smelled, and how it felt when it brushed against my skin. I tried to memorize the sounds of the waves and the feeling of the warm sun kissing my skin. I made Finnley promise me that we would come back to actually see the city and be ridiculous tourists and do all the silly things. On this trip, we were too busy enjoying each other, but I had no complaints. No, what we'd done would stay with me for the rest of my life.

After we finished our coffee, Finnley started packing. I knew it was time to go. I packed my bag and took one last tour of our house. I would miss the blue walls and high ceilings, the view of the beach from our bedroom, and most of all, the uninterrupted time we had spent together. Finnley loaded our bags into the car and basically had to drag me out of the house.

"We will come back. I promise," he said, kissing my forehead.

"Your promise is as good as gold."

Luke and Caitlyn were waiting for Finnley and me outside of one of the nicest resorts in Hawaii. They stood inches apart and seemed to be talking about something. The conversation stopped as soon as we pulled up. They both slipped inside the car and exchanged nothing but smiles. The quiet ride to the airport gave me the opportunity to think about everything that had happened. Finnley and I were married. I glanced down at the ring, then over at him and grabbed his hand. He squeezed my fingers three times, and I smiled.

A silver bullet with wings awaited us on the other side of the window. Our bags had been shipped to the private jet that Finnley had insisted on renting because it was more comfortable for everyone. As we walked through the private entrance of the airport, Finnley grabbed my hand. Luke and Caitlyn followed behind. Occasionally, I would look over my shoulder and smile at them.

My hair was in a side braid, and little strands of it kept falling out, so I would tuck them behind my ears. Finnley was dressed casually in a pair of brown slacks, a black quarter-sleeved shirt tucked in the front, and Ray-Bans. Just thinking about his style put a grin on my face. Just thinking about how he was mine warmed me to the core.

He pulled my backpack over his shoulder and looked over at me. Happiness radiated from him. If an outsider looked at us, would they think we were in love? I was sure of it. Doubt had no place to stay, because love had filled the empty s.p.a.ce.

We walked through a tunnel, then toward the stairs of the jet. The inside had leather seats that fully reclined. The jet was big enough to easily fit twenty people. Wood-grain accents were throughout. Finnley walked to the front and shook the pilot and co-pilot's hands, then thanked them. Luke and Caitlyn sat next to each other at the front of the plane, and Finnley met me at the back.

"Window?" he asked.

I shook my head. The seats were plush leather, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I fell asleep. He sat down beside me and locked his hand with mine.

"What is going on with those two?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

I broke into a whisper. "Oh G.o.d. They like each other, don't they?"

Finnley stood and walked to the front, then sat in the seats that faced them. I leaned over and watched. He laughed and smiled along with them. Randomly, he would look back at me and nod his head. He even gave me thumbs up. I shot him a disapproving look.

The pilot spoke over the intercom to let us knows that we were next in line for take off and that we needed to buckle our seatbelts. The plane moved down the runway, and Finnley rushed back to me and buckled.

"Good news. They are madly in love with each other and will be getting married next week," he said, joking with me. I slapped his arm, and a few moments later, the plane picked up speed and lifted into the air. The dropping in my tummy happened almost instantaneously, and before long, we were in the air soaring through the clouds. I leaned my head against the seat and watched Finnley scroll through emails on his phone. He hadn't checked it the entire time we were gone. When he caught me staring at him, he set the phone down, leaned over, and kissed me.

"We will be on this plane for hours," he said, lifting an eyebrow.

I burst out in laughter. "Wait. Here?"

He couldn't be serious, but when I looked into his eyes, I could tell that he was.

"There is a couch right over there." He pointed to it.

I turned my whole body toward him. "Seriously, Mr. Felton? Your brother and my sister are right there."