Georgina

My heart is in my throat. I grip the sailboat rail and gaze up at the waterfall, a pouring sheet of perfect, glass-clear water. The cave behind it is an open mouth, dark and mysterious and inviting.

"Well?" Richard is close enough his arm grazes mine, bare skin to bare skin. He's astonishingly hot.

"Romantic?"

I can't help but smile and nod. "Yes. Perfectly romantic."

He chuckles, retreating to his seat. Though he did most of the sailing himself, he brought a silent assistant in a polo, who now mans the helm of the sleek, beautiful little watercraft. "Shall we swim?"

I turn to him in surprise. He mentioned a bathing suit, but — "We have work to do."

"And well still have it after a swim." He'd put his shirt back on, but strips it now. In the second his face is covered, I let myself, foolishly, gape at the gorgeous, golden statue before me. A broad chest dark with hair, stacked abs that glisten slightly with tropical sweat. A furl of dark hair trailing beneath his navel...

"Jump in," he