“What would’ve become of me if you hadn’t given up your fancy life in the city to come to my island to be with me?”

She fisted a handful of his hair, arching her back to get closer to him. “What choice did I have? I was head over heels in love. Still am.”

“With me?” he asked, looking at her with blue eyes that danced with mischief. The relief at seeing his vivacity returning after the terrible fright they’d sustained made her want to weep. Instead of tears, though, she went with humor.

“With your island.”

He let out a grunt of protest and dug his fingers into her sides, tickling her as he drew hard on her nipple.

The combination had Linda tightening her hold on his hair, torn between laughter and screaming from the pleasure. “Mac! Stop! I can’t take that.”

He tugged again on her nipple, gentler but still insistent. “Tell me who you were in love with.”

“You, God, only you. I was in love with you from the first second I ever laid eyes on you.”

He scooped her up effortlessly, drawing her in tight against him as he thrust into her.

His strength had always been a huge turn-on for her, never more so than right now when he held her so tightly, controlling their every move.

She loved the way he dominated her in bed but let her dominate him the rest of the time. The dynamic had worked well for them for nearly forty years, and as Linda gave herself over to the pleasure, she could only hope they had many more years to spend together.

“God, Lin,” he said, shuddering. “That’s so good. So good.”

It had always been so good, she thought, as she peppered his face with kisses.

He turned his head slightly, enough to join their lips. “So glad you picked me, babe.”

“As if there was any choice.”

“You could’ve had anyone.”

“I only ever wanted you.”

“Luckiest guy who ever lived.”

And then there were no more words as he let his body speak for him, loving her so completely and so thoroughly that Linda was left spent and gasping when it was over.

“Whoa,” he said after a long period of breathy silence. “We still got it, huh?”

Linda released a shaky laugh. “Sure do.”

He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. “We’ve been so lucky, you and me. Great kids, great business, great friends, great home, great life. Last week I thought our luck had finally run out.”

Linda turned on her side to face him. “It hasn’t run out, and it isn’t all luck. A lot of it was hard work and good parenting.”

“True, but still… How lucky do any two people have a right to be?”