I giggle again and take a few steps back toward the ocean. "You have to catch me first."

Turning around, I lightly run toward the beach. The sand is hot under my feet, so I run on my toes. The light crystal blue water reminds me of James's eyes and I smile. Just as I reach the shore, James wraps an arm around me from behind and lifts me up, throwing us both into the water.

I'm giggling as I go under and hold my breath. The cool water feels refreshing and I wish it was like this back in New York. New York doesn't have light teal water beaches like this. They're more murky and gray.

We come up for air, both of us smiling. I reach for James and wrap my legs around his waist. He automatically tugs me closer. I can reach the ground, but this is more fun.

"I caught you," he says, his voice low.

My heart does a little flip. He caught me the moment we met in Bryant Park. We both know that.

"You did," I say.

"If I didn't already set up a full day of sightseeing for us, we'd be making our own waves right now."

"Real suave, James. That might be the most cliché thing you've said yet."

"I have my moments," he says. "I can cancel…" He lifts a brow in suggestion.

I almost want to say yes, but I don't. I playfully slap his shoulder. I know he's not serious. When we're on vacation, we make the most of it and see and do everything we can.

"No! I want to see the waterfalls, and snorkel with the fish. I want to feed the sharks and stingrays. I want to do couple’s massages with you, and after dinner I really want to see the Polynesian dance. You're taking me to do all of that." I try to be firm, but he can see right through me.

James is smiling from ear to ear. He moves the wet hair stuck to my cheek and leans in to place a kiss on my neck.

"Okay, okay, okay. Whatever you want to do, I want too." He lifts his wrist and checks the time. "We have about an hour before we have to be at the dock for the boat I chartered. As much as I want to make love to you again, I think we should eat and get one more drink. We have a full day planned."

"And change my suit. I want to grab some shorts too."

"We'll get your shorts but don't change the bathing suit. You're fucking smoking in it."

"You don't care?"

One corner of his mouth turns up. James has that sexy, quiet confidence that makes him secure with who he is.

"No, sweetheart, I was just playing. Let people look at you. I want them to. I know who you'll be coming home with at the end of the night."

"Damn straight, big daddy."