James has his leg propped against the arm rest, his hand on my hip with the tips of his fingers under my bikini bottoms, lounging away with me.

I never want to leave here.

"Want a sip?" I lift the glass over my shoulder. I ask him every time and every time he takes a sip to appease me, even though he despises sugary drinks. I just ask to be nice, really.

"You're almost out. Do you want another one?"

I finish off the rest and place the tall glass on the round mosaic table next to us. My hands find his and I lace our fingers together, shifting so I'm laying my head on his arm. I kiss the inside of his bicep and snuggle up to him, breathing him in.

"James, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to get me drunk."

I feel him shrug. He has no shame and I love that about him. "Two words. Drunk. Sex."

I giggle. Alcohol does one of two things for me: I'm either giddy, or I want to have sex. I pause in thought. Actually, make that three. Sometimes I like to drop it low and shake my ass.

"Drunk sex in the ocean?" I suggest.

"You're too wild for the ocean when you're drunk. I may accidentally drown you."

I laugh and pick up my head to look at him. Laughter dances in his blue eyes. "You make me that way. It's all your fault."

He smirks and I feel it in my belly. He has no regrets. "You're welcome."

Reaching higher, I drop a quick kiss to his lips and sit up. I try to pull back, but he cups the back of my neck and holds me for a longer kiss. Sometimes I can't concentrate when he does that. Like when his thumb is pushed up under my jaw.

Grabbing his hand, I break the kiss and pull up to stand. I'm a little tipsy but not drunk.

"Come on, let's go swimming. I want to feel the water on my skin."

James’s eyes roam the length of my body, making sure he doesn't miss an inch of skin. He makes me feel so beautiful. So wanted. So loved.

"Sweetheart?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"When we go snorkeling later, you're not wearing that."

I glance down. I did pick a red skimpy suit to wear for him since I know he likes this color on me. My top is two sizes too small, making my C cups look even bigger, and I'm wearing a Brazilian style bottom that's very cheeky. Since I've gained a few pounds over the years, I think I'm leaning toward double D breasts, though I'm not entirely sure since I don't usually wear a bra at home anymore, and everything I wear when we go out already has proper lining.

"What's wrong with my bathing suit?" I ask, trying not to smile. "I picked it out just for you."

"You're testing me. I'm two seconds from ripping it off you."