He awoke before she did. The late afternoon sun, filtered through the drawn shades, filled the room with a perfect mix of muted light. Silently, not wishing to wake her, his eye traced her perfect curves, following the line from her neck to her shoulder, and on to that sexy abdomen—his eyes lingered there. She was lying on her side, facing away from him, and the top sheet loosely covered her waist, leaving her upper body exposed. From his vantage point, resting on the pillow behind her, he watched the slow rise and fall of her breathing.
A solitary sunbeam from between the curtains lit her curves like a sun over dunes of golden sand. His mind drifted, and he imagined being alone with her on a secluded island beach. He threw the towels down next to the canvas lounge chairs, kicked off his sandals, and stepped gingerly as the hot sand burned against the soles of his feet. The heat from the sand was almost too much to bear, but he knew he'd adapt in a moment. He really didn't notice the heat that much anyway... his focus was on HER. Damn, she looked good in that bikini. She was carrying the drinks they'd ordered at the beach bar. She set the beverages down on the table between the chairs, and looked towards the crashing surf. "My God, Paul, this place is beautiful." "It sure is," he replied. "And Kim, it's even more beautiful with you adorning the beach." "Oh hush!" she chided. He grinned, knowing she enjoyed his compliments, even though she rebuked them. "Shall we swim?" she asked. "You have to ask?! The water looks perfect!" It did, of course, but he also knew that SHE looked perfect, and he wanted to see her in a wet bikini just as much as he wanted to play in the water with her. He picked up his drink, took a sip, and turned to join her on the way to the water, but she was already halfway there, running to the surf. He lingered for a moment and watched her shapely legs kick up the hot dry sand as the propelled her body into the hard packed wet sand, then the white froth that edged the ocean, and finally into the deeper crystal clear blue water, where she dove in. As he ran to join her, she popped up from under the water, her long hair wearing the sea, glistening and plastered smoothly to her back. She laughed just like a little girl, thrilled to be here. He plunged into the water and swam just under the surface. The water was so crystal clear he could see every detail, even without goggles. Her legs shimmered with ribbons of light that were refracted from the sun's playful touches on the sea's surface. He swam closer to her, under the water, and she could see him coming, like a shark locked onto its prey.