I immediately obliged, pushing my bottom towards him eagerly, desperate for him to slide into me. I whimpered as he pushed into me, stretching me to my limit. He guided my hands onto the headboard of the bed.
"Hold on, baby. I'm going to fuck you senseless."
Jackson thrust into me again and again and I clung onto the headboard, each plunge of his erection bringing me closer and closer to screaming. I cried out when the sensations overtook me, hearing Jackson yell out behind me as he shot into me, holding my hips in place so that I didn't lose a drop of him.
We collapsed on the bed, Jackson pulling me close. He kissed me softly, as much reverence in his kiss as there had been ferocity during our lovemaking.
"I love you," he said softly. I snuggled in close to him, believing that I would never feel happier than I did in this moment.
"I love you too."
We lay in bed until it was time to get ready. We took a shower together, enjoying the simple feel of our hands sliding over each other's bodies. I put on a white summer dress and sandals, pulling my hair up on the sides with barrettes. Jackson looked casually handsome in a pair of khaki shorts and a green polo that made his eyes seem even brighter. We were dressing casually since we were going to an outdoor party on the beach.
Jackson fingered the diamond pendant around my neck, something that I never took off.
"Pretty soon, I'm going to put a diamond on your finger."
I held my breath, not expecting those words from Jackson. I knew we loved each other and we had promised to spend the rest of our lives together, but we had never actually talked about marriage. As much I loved Jackson, it seemed too soon to talk about getting married. I couldn't forget that I had just recently broken an engagement and taken another man's ring off my finger. I knew that I eventually wanted to marry Jackson, but not until the time was right.
I didn't say these things to Jackson, because I didn't want him to think I wasn't committed. I was. I was also scared that everything would change once we got engaged.
"I'm happy whether or not I have a ring on my finger."
Jackson smiled, brushing my lips with his. "I'll be even happier when I know you're mine forever."
I gazed at Jackson, my love for him shining out of my eyes. "I already am."
"We better get out of here before I'm tempted to get you naked again," Jackson said huskily.
I grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the bedroom door. "Let's go. One more round with you and I'm not going to be able to walk straight."
The lobster bake was only a few houses down from us so we had the luxury of walking to the party. When we got there, the party was already in full swing with people milling on the beach while others were stretched out on blankets. There was a huge fire pit with dozens of large pots, which Jackson explained were full of lobsters.
We mingled amongst the crowd socializing and Mia introduced us to the hostess, a woman in her mid-thirties who looked like she had stepped out of a fashion magazine.
After a while, Jackson and Nathan spread out a blanket that they had brought from the house and went to get plates of food while Mia, Claire and I settled down. We cheered when they came back with plates heaped with lobsters, boiled potatoes and ears of corn. The food was amazing, tasting even better because we were eating them outside with the salt of the ocean in the air.
Jackson reached over with a particularly large chunk of lobster, putting it in front of my mouth. I took it with relish, resisting the temptation to lick the butter off his fingers since we weren't alone. Jackson grinned as he watched me eat but I had gotten used to his gaze on me. I wasn't one to judge since I always seemed to be lusting after him.
After we finished eating, Nathan, Mia and Claire went to mingle, but Jackson and I stayed on the blanket. I settled in between his legs that were drawn up, resting my back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, cradling me close, and we just watched the waves break in the ocean, content with being silent in each other's company.
"Right now, life is perfect," Jackson said softly, breaking the silence.
I nodded, although I felt a flicker of fear that things would change if Jackson got the part in the movie.
"Let's remember what this feels like right now," I whispered. "Whatever happens, let's remember this moment. It's ours and no one can take it away."
Jackson stilled, and then gently lifted my face up by my chin so he could see into my eyes.
"What do you mean, whatever happens?"
"I just mean that we should remember this moment, even during the bad times. We're bound to have a few in the future, especially since you're incorrigible." I smiled to gentle my words, hoping that my lie sounded convincing.
Jackson grinned, tightening his arms around me. "Don't worry, I'll always let you win our fights if we have make-up sex afterwards."
The rest of the weekend flew by as we spent lazy afternoons on the beach and nights out at parties. I was relieved to receive a call from Janet on Sunday evening, because I had been worried that I hadn't gotten an email back from her confirming that she had received the presentation.
"I'm sorry I haven't gotten a chance to look at the presentation you sent me," Janet said, sounding harried.
"Is everything okay?" I was concerned because I had never heard Janet sound so distracted.
"My mother gave us a scare this weekend," she replied, sighing heavily. "She collapsed on Saturday and she didn't wake up until today. The doctors think she's having a heart valve failure but they're not sure."
"I'm so sorry to hear that." My throat tightened in sympathy. It was impossible not to think about my father anytime I heard about someone having heart problems. "Will you still be in the office on Tuesday?"
"Yes, she's stabilized and they're transferring her to a hospital in New York, so I'll be in. I don't think I'm going to have a chance to look at your presentation before the meeting. Everything is updated, right?"
"Absolutely. I triple-checked everything so it should be good to go for your meeting."
"Thanks, Emma. It's a relief to have one less thing I have to worry about. I'll see you on Tuesday."
"See you Tuesday."
That was the only damper on a glorious weekend and I was sad to leave the Hamptons on Monday evening when we drove back to New York. I stayed at Jackson's apartment since we weren't going to see each other for a week even though he was leaving on an early morning flight. That night, Jackson made love to me as if he was trying to brand me with his touch, and I eagerly matched his intensity.