The sun is hot on my skin, the sea breeze curling through my hair as you lean over me. The gentle rocking of the boat disappears—I don’t feel the waves, only you.

Your mouth is on mine, hungry, insistent, and I kiss you back like I’ve been starving. My hands grip your sides, pulling you closer until there’s no space left, only heat and the salt of the sea mixing with the taste of you.

I let out a breathless laugh against your lips when you trail lower, kisses grazing my jaw, my throat. Then suddenly, your teeth graze against the bump of my Adam’s apple, and I jolt, a sharp gasp tearing out of me.

“Sh*t—” My voice cracks, half a moan, half a warning. My head tips back, and my hat nearly falls into the sea.

You don’t stop—you press your mouth there again, lips sealing over sensitive skin, and then you bite. Not cruel, not soft either—just enough to send a shiver racing down my spine.

I clutch at your shirt, nails digging in, my voice dropping low and rough. “Baby… you’re insane.”