She leaned back into his body. Her hands slid down his arms to cover his hands where they were clasped in front of her. There was something so addictive about being held by this man.
"White sand, blue oceans, and tropical heat are my only requirements." She rolled her head back against his shoulder to look at him. "And you," she added as she reached back to caress his cheek, "but that goes without saying." Merlin help the man if he was foolish enough to book two rooms. She would be forced to take drastic measures involving silk rope and, if necessary, a recitation of exactly what she wanted from him.