A/N's: Hey, I'm back! :)

Chapter Fourteen

Dwayne and Dee were hardly airborne the next morning before they were once again descending. The little commuter plane glided to a stop at Governer's Harbour Airport, and a taxi took them up a very narrow road to the ferry dock. Hopping onto the ferry, they were taken to the Dunsmore town dock. From there, they walked to a quaint hotel where Dwayne let of Dee's hand and strode directly to the desk. Dee wondered idly if he intended for them to check in and spend the day in their room.

Soon he was smiling broadly. "We're being ferried to a tiny, uninhabited island for a very private afternoon."

"You're teasing me." She arched her eyebrows.

"I'm not," he assured her. "The hotel dining room is going to pack us a lunch."

"Sounds wonderful," she said, thinking this was going to be one lovely Sunday.

And it was.

Less than an hour later, they stepped onto the hot, white sands of a minuscule island that belonged only to them for the day. The smiling little man who'd transported them waved a cheerful goodbye, promising to return at 8:00 p.m. In seconds he was only a speck on the emerald waters.

Dwayne stashed the hamper under the dense, shading foliage, then said, "Shall we take a swim?"

Together they played in the water, shouting, laughing, splashing, until they were tired. Dwayne swung Dee up into his arms and carried her onto the beach, dumping her onto a big blanket near the water's edge.

They lay on their backs in the sun, lazy, happy and soon hungry. Dee eagerly looked inside the hamper. "Dwayne," she said, "they've thought of everything. There's cold roast beef, ham, cheese, bread, wine, and fruit."

They dozed for a time after lunch. Dee stirred first, rolling easily to a sitting position. Beside her, Dwayne slept peacefully.

She sighed with supreme happiness, then rose and walked across the hot sands to the cool water. She walked out until the emerald waves were slapping at her breasts, kicked off from the bottom and began to swim gracefully out. She swam alone for a time, then suddenly gasped. Something was tugging on a toe. Kicking furiously Dee identified the pesky creature, laughing and giving a broad brown back a stomp of her bare foot.

Dwayne surfaced in front of her. "How long have you been out here?" A long arm circled her waist.

"Not long. You were sleeping so deeply." She put her hands atop his shoulders.

"Hmm, well I'm wide awake now and ready for action." His eyes gleamed.

"Mister," she said cheerfully, "I'm afraid you've come to the wrong island for action."

"No," he countered, "the kind of action I'm seeking can only be found here." His hands were sliding up her rib cage to her breasts. Dee felt a shiver of excitement. His hand went behind her, deftly unhooked the skimpy bikini top and pulled it away from her body while his eyes looked into hers. "Isn't that more comfortable?"

"Yes," she admitted.

"Then why not take off the rest?"

"Dwayne, do you really think...I mean, what if..."

But Dwayne's hands were already sliding down over her hips. Thumbs hooking into her briefs, he said, "It's just us here."

Dee could only nod as she saw Dwayne's hand go high over his head to toss both pieces of her garb onto the breach.

Then he rid himself of his swim trunks, tossed them after Dee's suit and pulled her back into his arms, two eager bodies pressing naked together as Dwayne drew Dee's slender legs around his waist and kissed her long and lovingly.

"That's all you get for now," he teased her. "Don't want you getting spoiled."

Dee playfully nipped at a gleaming wet shoulder, pushed him away and swam out toward the green and blue of the horizon, fleeting deciding that swimsuits should be outlawed.

Dwayne swam out to her. They raced, they floated, they had a water fight. The walked naked out of the surf and stretched out on their rumpled blanket to rest, lying on their backs, eyes closed against the direct rays of the sun. The water rapidly dried on their bare bodies.

She was almost dozing when he said very softly, "Dee, I love you."

Dee's eyes slid open just as his mouth came down on hers, warm and gentle. Then it went to her soft shoulders. Dwayne's long, bare body nestled closer to hers and Dee felt her passions rising rapidly. The movements of his mouth upon her skin made her squirm and sigh and murmur his name. Soon, his tongue was gently pressing into the hollow of her throat.

His mouth slid lower still, kissing a path down her middle, pausing at her flat, sun-warmed stomach. Dwayne, the blood pounding in his ears, gratefully eased over her, and murmured, "I wish I could wait for a while, but I..." A look of torture flashed in his eyes as he entered her, moaning with pleasure.

Slowly he moved within her and Dee began to come alive, to enjoy, to feel her body heating, to crave and anticipate release. Dwayne sensed it, slowed his movements, eager to take her with him to total bliss. Exquisitely he loved her.

Dee was soon moving with him, whispering his name, feeling that sweet knot of fire building, until the inferno had to be quenched. The explosion came for them both and they moaned and sighed, tossed and buffeted by a force greater than they had ever known.

Slowly the waves of rapture subsided. They lay there on the sand, two stated, happy lovers, naked in paradise, free of clothing or guilt, or cares.

Dwayne finally spoke. "How do you like your adventure?"

Dee's answer was a smile, a soft kiss and a hug so tight Dwayne could feel it gripping his happy heart.

******

On Tuesday morning, Dwayne and Dee were back on their early-morning radio show. Working together had always been fun. Now there was an added dimension to their relationship and the dim control room fairly crackled with electricity. Love had conquered and its warm glow made the cold winter day appear brighter, the music better, their well-timed patter more humorous than ever.

A lenghty record played on the turntable. Dee asked, "When do you look for the rating book?" Dee was looking into his eyes and saw a puzzling flicker there which immediatley vanished. Dwayne smiled.

"Be any day now, Dee."

"You're not worried about it, are you?"

"Darling." Dwayne laughed easily and leaned closer. "You're imagining things. Now give me a hug before this song ends."

Relaxing completly, Dee smiled and pressed her cheek to his, supremely happy. She never saw the look of doubt filling the eyes of the man she loved.

Dwayne clasped her to him and silently battled the small tight core of fear expanding in his abdomen. He was sure they'd get a good book. Positive. And the entire broadcasting industry would know their success.

Would he lose her again?

Dwayne closed his eyes and tightened his embrace.