Chapter Eight

Emma pushed open her door and nearly stepped inside before he caught her.

“What do you think you're doing?” Jack asked, his eyes twinkling. Despite running along the beach, he wasn't out of breath from running. He was out of breath controlling himself with Emma. It had taken every ounce of willpower he processed to get her back to the hotel room. The only reason he had managed to wait was that it was technically their wedding. He was looking forward to this part.

“Opening the door?” Emma cocked her head to the side, confused. She had sprinted just as hard to get back here.

With a fluid motion, Jack scooped her up in his arms. She giggled as she realized what he was doing, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close. She pressed her nose into his throat and inhaled, taking in the scent of him. It made his heart race with primal need.

He carried her to the bedroom, setting her down gently on the floor. She held onto him for an extra moment, as if she were soaking him into he