I nod, too overwhelmed to speak. He did this for me. He bought a freaking island for me. I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around the magnitude of that, and all I can say is what’s in my heart. “I love you.”
His smile is radiant.
“But how?” I ask. “I mean, how did you find it? It was only last night that we found the room ransacked, and only this morning that we flew to Nassau. Do you keep a list of Really Expensive Places I Might Decide to Buy?”
“Something like that,” he says, his lips twitching as his fingers smooth my hair. “I looked at it about six months ago as a potential resort site. I didn’t think it worked for that, but I had Sylvia call the agent last night to see if it was still available. It was—and now it’s ours.”
“It’s so much.” I can’t even imagine how much an entire island must have cost him.
“I promise we can afford it. And what’s the point of working hard to build a fortune if you don’t enjoy the money once you have it?”
Since I can’t argue with that, I don’t. Instead, I lean up long enough to hook my arms around his neck and pull him even closer to me. I meet his eyes, so full of heat and power they rival the sun that beats down on us. “Make love to me, Damien,” I whisper, and feel the immediate tightening in his body and the concomitant awakening of my own.
“With pleasure,” he says, flashing a sexy Damien Stark smile. Then he claims me with a kiss so bold and hot and deep that it clears my mind completely, erasing everything but this moment and this man and those three simple words that I cling to with such desire and wonder—Mrs. Damien Stark.
Now, on this island, with only the sun and the sky to witness our passion, I lose myself in the pleasure of this man that I married. And, yes, I am content.