Climbing out of the pool, I head back into the cabana where Owen is sitting. He got out a few minutes ago to order our food. Crawling onto his lap, I press a kiss to his cheek. "I like you wet," he whispers, catching my ear between his teeth.
"I'm always wet for you," I say with a salacious smile.
"Always?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Even now?"
I move a little, grinding against the thin fabric of his swim trunks. "Yes. Little things turn me on. Like when you touch me without much thought. The way you smell when you're fresh out of the shower - it's intoxicating. And the way you pay attention to my body when you go down on me," I say softly, biting my lip. "Just one look from you will have me soaking."
"Are you right now?" he asks, moving me so I'm sitting astride him.
"Yes," I whis
