Even if we're nearing the end.
"You having a nice trip?" he asks.
I nod, pressing my palm into his back. There's something in his eyes, something off.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Perfect."
"You sure there's nothing you want to talk about?"
He smirks and wraps his arms around me. "You sound like me." His eyes stay on mine even as his expression grows more and more intense. "We can talk later. Right now, I want to be with you under the stars."
"Now you sound like me," I say.
He nods. "I learned from the best."
I swallow again, turning my head away from him. I can't bear to hold his gaze, not now, not like this. But I feel his fingers on my chin. His touch is so soft, so sweet, so here. Maybe I was wrong and he's not a million miles away.
He nudges me gently, tilting my chin so our eyes meet. "I mean it. I love being here with you."
Our lips meet. It's soft and sweet, and I can't bear to resist him. I press my palms firmly into his back, arching into him.
He sucks on my lower lip, his hands sliding to my ass. It still feels so good to touch him, to taste him, to just be near him.
Our kiss breaks and he brings his gaze back to me. "We're in a pretty secluded area."
"Is that right?"
He nods, steps back, and pulls his shirt over his head. "It's been a while since we've done any skinny-dipping."
He unzips his jeans and slides his boxers to his knees. Jesus. He's not wasting any time waiting for an answer.
I soak in the sight of him. He's sheer perfection.
"Always objectifying me." He smiles, his eyes lighting up. "You coming?"
I nod and slip out of my dress. He looks at me with sheer delight, taking in my body the way I took in his.
"You're still a little overdressed," he says.
My body hums. I squeeze my thighs together to maintain my composure. "I need help."
He moves towards me. "I may be able to provide some help."
I look up at him, into his eyes. That's Luke, and right now, he's mine. I rise to my tiptoes, wrap my arms around his neck, and I kiss him. I kiss him like the ship is going down.
His hands are on my back, pushing my body into his. His touch is so hot, so electric. I can barely take it. My body is buzzing, begging for more.
He slides his hands over my back until they're at my bra. But he doesn't unhook it. Not yet. He traces its edges with his fingertips.
I groan, digging my nails into his skin, arching into him. He slips his hands into my bra and rubs my nipples gently.
He moves his free hand to my ass and slides it under my panties. Damn. This is so much better than what I had in mind.
I melt into him. He sucks on my bottom lip, scraping his teeth against it. Then he slides his tongue into my mouth.
He circles my nipple with his fingers. It's light, soft, perfect.