Tonight was my last night on the island. Tomorrow morning I’d fly home. Jax and I both knew it. No promises, no future plans — just one final night to burn everything down.
I met him at our usual spot just after midnight. The moon was full, the beach empty, the waves calm and glowing silver. I wore nothing but a sheer white cover-up that barely reached my thighs. Jax was already there, naked from the waist up, waiting on the big blanket.
The second I reached him, he pulled me into a deep, hungry kiss. No words. Just mouths crashing, tongues sliding, hands grabbing. He stripped the cover-up off me in one move and tossed it aside. We were both naked under the moonlight.
He started slow.
Jax laid me down on the blanket and worshipped my body. He kissed every inch — my neck, my breasts, su
