The sun hung low in the sky, painting the secluded beach in hues of orange and pink as I pulled the car into the hidden cove we'd discovered last summer.

Emily sat in the passenger seat, her sundress riding up her thighs, those long, tanned legs crossed casually, but I could see the way her chest rose and fell a little faster.

We'd been teasing each other all drive, her hand on my thigh, my fingers brushing her inner arm and building that electric hum between us.

'This place is perfect,' ...