The ocean breathes with us, waves lapping at our thighs as Jacob finally gives in to my pleading. He’s always like this—stubborn at first, then melting under my gaze. I turn around like he asks, heart pounding as I hear his pants drop, the soft splash as he steps into the water. When I face him again, moonlight carves every muscle, every curve of his body into something sacred.

I can’t help but stare.

He catches me, smirking. 'See something you like?'

I close the distance, arms wrapping around his waist. He feels solid, real, and suddenly I’m not joking anymore. This is more than fun. This is hunger.

'You look like you wanna eat me alive,' he murmurs, voice low.

'It’s because I do,' I whisper, looking up through my lashes.

And then he kisses me—deep, hot, consuming. His hands slide down, grip my ass, pull me against him. I moan into his mouth, fingers tracing the ridges of his stomach.

He breaks the kiss, breathless. 'Let’s go on the towel, okay?'

Before I can answer, he lifts me, carries me out of the water, lays me down on the sand. The cold air hits my skin, but I’m on fire.

He hovers over me, eyes dark with want. 'Tell me what you need.'