Marti was not an overly religious person, and yet, Jeremiah was indeed heaven sent.  She was sure she should be pinching herself, to make sure she wasn't dreaming, but Jeremiah was lying there, beside her, holding her tenderly in his arms.  The sound of his breathing, the beat of his heart, the feel of his lips or his hands on her body was enough to cause Marti to rejoice and shout her joy from the highest peak on the islands.<br/><br/>She was content right now, to lay in his arms, and revel in the beauty of their new found love.  It<em>was</em>love, of that she could be certain, although she wasn't sure she could tell anyone how she knew this to be true.<br/><br/>When she was with him, she had a sense of homecoming, a sense of belonging, a sense of peace.  She felt loved, and cherished.  Something that every woman longs for in her life, but few seldom find.  Marti had given up hope of ever finding those feelings in her life, and then here on this tropical island, when she least expected it, love steamrolled into her life!<br/><br/>As she lay there, his hand cradling her breast, and his tongue laving his desire on the nipple, she felt the stirrings of desire for this wonderful man lying next to her in bed.  She turned her face toward him, and kissed him deeply on the mouth.  As she broke off the kiss, she looked at him, her eyes sparkly with need, desire and love.