"Well, you're very warm," I tell him, sliding my hands up his sides again to feel his warm skin, and then I drag my fingers across his tight stomach. "But firm when you need to be."

My smile turns into a bit of a sly grin, and I pull his shirt over his head to toss it aside. All that soft, sun-kissed skin is laid bare for me and lean down to leave a trail of kisses across his throat. "You're gorgeous, and you're good." More kisses, and I continue mumbling the praise into his skin. "You make everyone who knows you want to be better. You made me better."