The gentle rocking of the yacht against the waves was soothing as you stepped into the marble-tiled shower. Warm water poured over your skin, easing the tension from the day. James had promised to return soon from his meeting at the JR, and you figured a quiet shower would be the perfect way to pass the time.

Lost in thought, you didn’t hear the bathroom door open or the sound of clothing hitting the floor. The next thing you felt was warm hands on your waist, pulling you back into a firm chest. A gasp escaped your lips as you stiffened in surprise, your heart pounding, until the familiar heat of James’s breath brushed against your ear.

“James,” you breathed, your voice a mix of surprise and need. He didn’t say a word, his hands roaming over your damp skin, every touch setting your senses on fire. His mouth moved from your neck to your shoulder, kissing you with a hunger that made you tremble. His hands were deliberate as they glided up your sides, fingers grazing every curve.

You turned to face him, his dark eyes intense as he cupped your face, his kiss deep and consuming. His lips moved from your mouth to your jawline, then down your collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Every caress was a promise, his touch igniting sparks under your skin.

The shower’s spray cascaded around you, forgotten as James’s hands found your hips, pulling you tight against him. His free hand traveled up your back, nails scraping ever so slightly as he claimed your mouth in another kiss, his tongue sweeping in to taste you deeply. You clung to him, fingers tangled in his wet hair as the world beyond the shower disappeared entirely.

It was just the two of you, lost in each other, the gentle sway of the yacht and the endless horizon the only witnesses to the way he made you his.