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Frustrated by his stubbornness, I pried my hand from his, and walked away, my feet sinking into the warm sand. I could sense Oliver's anger simmering, and I refused to indulge his desire for an argument. I heard his footsteps behind me. Before I could react, Oliver scooped me up in his arms, sprinting toward the shoreline.
"Don't you fucking dare, Oliver Fox," I warned, my heart racing as I realized his intention.
A wicked grin spread across his face. "Dare what?" he asked innocently as he entered the surf, the cool water lapping at his legs.
"Drop me," I said, clinging to him despite my protests.
"I'm not going to drop you," he assured me, but the glint in his eye told me he had something else in mind.
Oliver continued wading into the ocean until the water was up to his waist, just below where he was holding me. I struggled halfheartedly for a few seconds, but the futility of my efforts soon became apparent. Even if I managed to escape his arms, I'd end up wet regardless.
As we stood there, suspended between the tension of the earlier confrontation and the playfulness of the moment, I found myself both exhilarated and apprehensive. Oliver's mercurial moods were as unpredictable as the ocean surrounding us, and I wondered what the rest of our honeymoon would bring.
“Should I go in further?” he asked.
“No. I don’t want to get wet.”
“To late,” Oliver said as he dipped down, taking me under the turquoise water while I was still in his arms. He let me go and I came up sputtering.
“Fucker,” I screamed, brushing my wet hair out of my eyes.
“I’ll agree with that. How about I take you on the beach and show you.”
I glanced around nervously, suddenly aware of our exposed position. "Are you out of your mind?" I hissed, my eyes darting between the distant employees and the boats dotting the horizon. "Everyone can see us."
Oliver's eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. "Would you like to go to the lagoon tonight?" he murmured, his voice low and enticing.
A shiver ran down my spine, equal parts excitement and apprehension. "Won't it be dark?" I asked, curiosity piqued.
"No," he replied cryptically, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
I narrowed my eyes, studying his face. "What are you up to, Oliver?"
He pulled me closer, his strong arms encircling my waist. "Come with me to the lagoon and find out," he challenged, his eyes glinting with promise.
Unable to resist the playful mood, I splashed him and swam away, laughing. Oliver caught me easily, pulling my body flush against his chest. "You're very playful today," he observed, his voice husky.
I relaxed into his embrace, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. "Why wouldn't I be? The man I love just became my husband, and it's my birthday. I'm on cloud nine."
Oliver's expression softened, his eyes filled with adoration. "I want you to be happy," he said softly.
"I am happy," I assured him, my heart swelling. "I'm ecstatic."
He released me gently, and I took the opportunity to swim toward shore, an idea forming in my mind. I felt bold, bolder than I had a few minutes ago with his suggestion.
"You're getting out?" Oliver called, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
I threw a coy smile over my shoulder. "No. You'll see."
As I reached the shallow water, I stood up slowly, rivulets of water cascading down my body. With deliberate movements, I peeled off my wet shirt and tossed it onto the beach, followed by my shorts. Left in nothing but my burgundy lace bra and panties, I felt a thrill of excitement course through me as I swam back to Oliver.
His eyes darkened with desire as he took in my nearly naked form. "You're practically naked," he breathed, his voice thick with want.
I pressed myself against him, reveling in the heat of his skin against mine. "I'm on my honeymoon," I purred. "I can do whatever I want."
Oliver's hands skimmed down my sides, coming to rest on my hips. "Want to have sex out here?" he suggested, only half-joking.
I pulled back slightly, reality intruding on our passionate moment. "That's going too far," I said, glancing around. "The water is clear as glass."
