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“Just promise you’ll never hurt me,” I pull him in with my legs wrapped around him.

“Never again, baby. I promise. Never again.” He pushes in me and I lose my breath. I gasp at the feel of him moving slowly inside. His hips are dipping down and up with each push and pull.

Eye to eye.

Soul to soul.

Touch to touch.

Jackson is slow and gentle. His touch delicate and it’s the most powerful sensation.

I brush a hair away from his brow and look up into his red rimmed eyes that are filled with so much emotion, I can feel it radiating out of every pour of his body.

“I live for you,” he whispers. I look up at him as he continues to move, continue to build, and continues to take me higher to a sensation that has me calling out his name in panting breaths. “Don’t ever worry about me hurting you when you have the ability to shatter me.”

I call out his name again and it’s filed with lust and love and promise.

A promise of love.

A promise of trust.

A promise of forever.

A promise I have every intention on keeping.

Chapter TWENTY FOUR

The Kauai Princess is packed. The concert attendees for the Black Dog Entertainment - Noah Isaiah concert have all checked in and are enjoying the cocktail hour before the main event.

The event’s production team worked feverishly building the concert. A production team was here early this morning putting up scaffolding and lighting. I snuck a peak inside before and was impressed with how well it turned out.

I wore my flats in preparation of walking in the grass. It still has that freshly cut scent from being mowed early this morning. The gently breeze that drifts in as the sun goes down, tickles my neck. I push a strand of hair behind my ear and try to tuck it back up into my crown braid.

I’m walking around the cocktail hour watching the hula dancers perform to Noah’s songs, putting hand movements to his lyrics.

This afternoon, Noah’s lanai was converted to an interview set and the dining room of Asher’s suite had been turned into a satellite office. I’ve become accustomed to hosting honeymooners that being back into a production-like setting is kind of exciting.

I look over rot Asher and his wife at his side. He has her hand in his, never letting go no matter who he’s talking to. He’s gotten her several drinks and asked her if she needs anything more times than I can count.

“The hula dancers were a great touch,” Eric says as I approach him.

“Everything looks great. I was so curious so I had to come over and see.” I adjust the lapel of his jacket that was resting funny on his chest.

“You’re coming to the concert, right?”

“Yup. Jax is meeting me here in twenty minutes,” I say and then pause. “Asher invited him because—“

“Yeah. I heard him and I may be working together.” Eric puts aclosed fist to his mouth to hide his laugh. “You should see the look on your face. It’s coo, Trish. Let’s enjoy the night.”

My face must be ten shades of red. I run my fingers across my forehead and give my head a shake. “Yes. Let’s.” I push my shoulders back and take a look around the party. “So, who are you trying to woo?”

His chin dimple appears with his quirked lip. “Woo?”

I nod enthusiastically. “With the Noah Kanë experience. Who are your big targets?”

Eric nods in understanding. He motions to a table in the center of the party that has the most people crowded around it. “Clear Channel. If those guys like your work they will play your song on heavy rotation and feature it on iheartradio. And, you see that woman over there?” He points to a gorgeous blonde with severely straight hair and extra short bangs eated at a table in the corner. “She’s from Rolling Stone Magazine and, quite possible, the hardest person to blow away. So far, she’s commented on ten things she’s impressed with and she hasn’t even heard Noah play live yet.”

“Well, you did bring her to Hawaii. That has to be worth some major points.”