"I'll be fine," she whispered in the cab. He pulled her against him, his hand on her hip. He let his face bury into the crook of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating mixture of her shampoo and perfume, the scent drove him wild.

"Of course you will. I'm not letting you out of that bed," he grinned, nipping at her neck. He felt her body inch closer to him, clearly enticed at the idea. For the millionth time, he thanked his lucky stars. He had found the most beautifully complicated woman and had been able to watch the layers unfold before him. And it didn't hurt that she was as insatiable as him, maybe even more so.

"Pity," she glanced out the window nonchalantly, "I kind of liked the idea of being your arm candy at these functions... You know, wearing an evening gown; you wouldn't know if I had panties underneath or not...having to watch me all night without being able to touch me..." she glanced over her shoulder at Jack with a smirk. "I know you like seeing other men fawn on me."

"No," he corrected "I like watching men throw themselves at you when I know you're mine tonight. I have what they all want."

She bit her lower lip, maintaining eye contact as her hand traveled up his thigh until it covered his crotch, making him grow hard instantly. "You've got me, what are you going to do with me?"

"I'm going to fuck you until we're both cross eyed," he whispered, his mouth against the hair on the side of her head. "And then I'm going to make love to you."

Jack rubbed her knee, slowly working his way up his thigh. "I think we're here," she whispered, knowing it was driving him crazy not to be able to touch her.

Between Aaron and Jack's work schedule, sex was usually rushed or quieted. This was the first time they'd have a chance to be alone together, even if it was in between his medical conferences. More than sex, it was the first time they'd go on a trip together. Between their meeting on the island, the adventures they had there and coming back to reality and raising a child together, Kate felt like they needed normalcy. Even if that meant she had to board a plane and face her fears, their relationship needed normalcy. Their family needed normalcy. Kate needed normalcy.

As Jack checked into the hotel, Kate took a step back to admire his physique. He had always been muscular but the demands of the island had left him ripped; she had no doubt that he could lift her with ease before the island but now he was strong enough to lift her off the ground for the most erotic of encounters. And still, despite the muscles and six pack, his body was still soft enough to cradle and comfort Aaron.

"Back at the beach," Kate said softly as she glanced at the view from the balcony. She had seen beaches millions of times but would never get used to seeing a beach without tents and plane crash survivors.

"Does it make you want to run?" He asked, rubbing her back softly. "It's okay if it does, Kate."

"I haven't wanted to run in a long time," she admitted. "Not since the day on the beach that you pointed out that I wasn't running." He smiled at the memory of their first interaction; he had loved her since the moment she stumbled out of the jungle, rubbing her wrists.

He cupped her face, pulling her into a heated kiss. Her tongue ran over his lower lip, pleading for entry. Instead of complying, he flipped her, using his hand to push her back down until she was bent over the railing. He haphazardly pushed her panties, still damp from the plane ride, to the size and slammed into her.

"Jesus, Jack!" She cried out, her hips bucking to meet his rough thrusts. He grabbed her hips, slamming her down against him so she took all of him. She grappled at the railing to steady herself. Their collection of moans and grunts echoed off the sides of the balcony. Instead of making her blush like it would have with anyone else, it was different with Jack. The echoes were intoxicating to her; the idea that fellow hotel guests could hear how deeply he satisfied her. It took very little time for him to explode inside her; the tremblings sending her over the edge.

She turned to him, pressing her petite body against his protective frame. He smelled like cologne and sweat and it stirred something primal in her. His clothes were damp with perspiration and she knew hers must be, too. Her hand snaked around his neck, yanking him until his lips crashed into hers.

She stroked his member, kneeling down in front of him. Her tongue swirled around the tip and she flicked her tongue against it, making him moan as he grabbed her hair. She cupped his balls and massaged them in her palms, sending him over the edge. He gasped for breath as he emptied himself into her mouth. She grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him against her; the move elicited a guttural groan. Sarah had only gone down on him a handful of times in their entire relationship and had never swallowed. The fact that Kate not only allowed it, she was always eager to have him and that was beyond a turn on.

He grabbed her and carried her before tossing her on the bed. "And now..." he growled.

"You have to get ready for a seminar," she reminded him, wiping the corners of her mouth just to tempt him.

"But tonight," he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated that he couldn't stay in bed and see how many times they could make love in a day.

"Tonight is the cocktail party," she got up, swaying past him and peeling her clothes off. She blushed at the intense way he stared at her naked form; he always reacted as if it were the first time he saw her. "You'll have to settle for me being your arm candy; making everyone jealous..."

She grabbed her skimpiest of bikinis. "Until then I'm going to the pool," she whispered. He had to watch helplessly as she adjusted the tiny strings on her top and bottom. He knew if he had the chance he could snap those strings with his teeth and be on her in an instant. "Oh, Jack?" She purred, brushing against him "while you're at the seminar, try not to think of all the men who will be ogling me..."

His piece stirred at the idea. Damn, she was good.