It'd been five days of gentle sun, turquoise water, delicious food, and we spent each second of those days together.

"Time to turn over." Jim's palm squeezed my backside, and I rolled onto my back, stretching.

"Better?"

A grin tugged at his lips. "I love both views. The front and the back. But there's something about these I find irresistible."

My cheeks warmed when Jim's fingertips skated over my breasts. I lifted my head off the towel to scan my surroundings and make sure nobody was looking. That the beach wasn't crowded couldn't lure us into a false state of security. My boyfriend was famous even here, and we'd run into quite a few of his fans in Mallorca. Not that it spoiled our vacation - we were too busy paying attention to each other to focus on anyone else.

"I was thinking about something," Jim said, his hand shifting until his fingers grazed my belly. He moved them in circles, dusting off the sand that clung to my skin.

"About what?"

"About what's next. Like, okay, there's our second album. But then what?"

"So, you were thinking about work when my - and your - hot little furnace is inches away. Alright."

"Jesus." Jim sighed. "That's the reason I'm thinking about music because if I don't, paps will have pictures of my - your - sword of desire proudly standing against the backdrop of the Mediterranean sea."

I giggled, cupping Jim's cheek. "I'm sorry. I didn't think you were so needy."

Jim narrowed his eyes, looking at me from his side of the giant towel we spread on the sand to have enough space. "Are you complaining?"

"Never. But tell me what's next."

"If you come here."

"And the paps?"

"Fuck the paps."

I sat up and crawled toward him, and as soon as I was by Jim's side, he tugged at my hand, making me fall on top of his hard, warm body. His skin was sunkissed now, and his green eyes sparkled even more than usual against his tanned face.

He wrapped me in his arms and brushed a small strand that escaped my messy bun out of my forehead. "We might go on tour once the album is out. I'm not sure for how long or even where."

"I figured you would," I said, sliding an arm under his neck. "I'll miss you."

"It's not going to happen soon. Okay? I was just thinking, and-"

"It's okay." I pressed my lips to his. "You took two weeks off so we can be together. Once we're back, I know things will change."

"You'll also be busy with your classes."

And I felt equal parts excitement and nerves. I wanted to know what being a college student was like, but adjusting to a new routine could be daunting.

"I'll make sure to have time for us," I said.

Jim half-smiled, his gaze warm. "So will I. Shower and dinner somewhere beautiful?"

I beamed. "Sure."

We gathered our stuff, and I slipped on a tee and a pair of shorts. Jim clutched my hand in his as soon as I was ready.

The villa he rented was a couple of minutes away, and each morning, I woke up to the view of the sea from its enormous windows. The cry of seagulls was our alarm. Other than them, nobody disturbed us. The property was hidden and had a security system apart from the fence that prevented anyone from catching glimpses of what was going on within its confines.

A few passersby rewarded us with curious stares on our way home, but unlike a month ago, the attention didn't make me too uncomfortable.

Jim unlocked the gate, and we strolled to the house. The air inside was pleasantly cool in contrast with the summer heat outdoors. I padded to the bathroom and shed my clothes by the shower.

Warm arms enclosed me from behind when my hand gripped the glass sliding door.

"We should save water," Jim murmured against my neck.

I squirmed in his hold, laughing. "What if I don't want to?"

"I think you do." Jim opened the shower door and turned the water on. After making sure it was the right temperature, he stood under the spray and pulled me into his embrace. A content sigh left his lips when my body pressed flush to his. I sought his lips with mine, but he kept the kiss chaste and reached for the shampoo.

"That's it?"

"For now," he said, spreading the lather over my wet hair. His fingers rubbed my scalp, gently massaging it. "You know what they say about the anticipation, cute little thing."

"What do they say?"

Jim looked down at me, grinning. "That my blue balls now is a small price to pay for what I'll get at night."

☆☆☆

We chose to have dinner on a terrace of a small beachfront family restaurant, and after debating our options, Jim and I went with local dishes to share - squid in a sauce called pica pica, empanadas - small pastries filled with meat and fish - and tumbet, the local version of the famous ratatouille.

Sangria was our drink of choice, and I sipped it, basking in the rays of the evening sun, waiting for the server to bring our order.

Jim watched me with a smile from across the table. He rolled up the sleeves of his linen button-down, and I soaked in the sight of him - from his tattooed forearm to the sliver of golden skin the undone top buttons of the shirt allowed me to see.

I would've spent all dinner ogling him, but the food was delicious, and we were famished after the afternoon of swimming and sunbathing.

Two more pitchers of sangria later, I was sitting on Jim's lap, hugging his neck while his hand under the table caressed my knee. I wanted it higher under my white dress, but Jim was oblivious to the way I squirmed on top of him.

At least, that's what I thought until he planted an open-mouthed kiss on my shoulder, causing an array of goosebumps to spread across my skin.

"Want to go home?" he whispered.

"Please."

I stood, swaying a tiny bit, and Jim let out a chuckle, reaching for his wallet as he rose to his feet. "Should've given you water."

"I'm not tipsy," I said, sitting in another chair.

"Let me pay, and we'll be good to go."

He disappeared into the restaurant, and I leaned my head against the back of the chair, listening to the soothing murmur of the sea, eyes closed. When I opened them, Jim was next to the table, holding a bottle of water.

"Drink, baby."

Seeing my questioning look, he pulled me up from the chair and knotted his fingers through mine.
"I want to love you all night long, and I need you to be aware of everything."

"If you knew how much everything throbs already, you'd carry me home."

Jim's groan was adorable. Giggling, I leaned into his side, and he slung an arm around my shoulders as we strolled along the marina.

Salty breeze cooled off my heated skin, and the water I sipped sobered me up. When Jim unlocked the gate to our villa, I was more than ready for anything he wanted to do.

He held the front door open for me, and I stepped into the house. Gripping Jim's arm for balance, I unbuckled my sandals and slid them off my feet before heading to the bedroom.

The fresh scent of Jim's cologne enveloped me the way his arms did when I came up to the window, and he stood behind me. His warm palms splayed over my hips, sending tingles of pleasure down my spine.

"I love this view." Jim kissed the back of my neck, exposed thanks to the low bun I gathered my hair in. His thumbs stroked my hip bones, moving up and down painstakingly slowly, and my breaths became shallow.

Gripping the white fabric of my dress, he dragged it up my body, over my thighs, stomach, and breasts, and I helped him peel it off me.

Jim moved his palms over my waist. My lips parted on an exhale, but taking another lungful of air became impossible when his index finger slipped under the band of my underwear. I squeezed my eyes shut, every inch of my skin vibrating with need, but he stilled, his minty breath warm against the side of my face.

"Tell me what you want," Jim whispered, circling my belly button with his fingertips.

"Anything you want, I want it too."

"Will you tell me if it's too much?"

I gripped the wrist of his right hand and put it on the front of my panties. "It won't be. Touch me."

"Don't turn around."

Fabric rustled behind me, and wet lips pressed to the small of my back. My legs shook, and I flattened my palms against the glass.

Jim's kisses descended to my bum. He hooked his fingers under the lace, baring me. I stepped out of them, and his kisses resumed, his parted mouth moving over the curve of my ass.

Heat gathered between my legs, sparked by the anticipation of what he wanted to give me. Reaching behind, I unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the rug.

Jim bit my bum and started to rise to his feet, kissing his way up my spine until reaching my neck. My body thrummed with desire, each nerve ending begging for more.

His teeth grazed the spot between my neck and shoulder, and he walked me to the window, keeping an arm around my waist.

My chest pressed to the cold glass, and a shudder coursed through me.

"Wish I could be on the other side of the window too," Jim whispered. "Watching you. So fucking sexy."

He licked the side of my neck, laving it with his tongue, nipping the flesh with his teeth.

My hot breath fogged up the glass, and a moan tore through me when Jim cupped my sex, running a single finger through my folds, grazing my clit but not stopping to give me what I needed. When his thumb pressed down on the tight bundle of nerves, the open palm of his other hand collided with my ass.

"Jim." The word left my mouth in a whimper.

"Kiss me," he rasped, his mouth hovering over mine, his hand soothing the ache, caressing me.

I sought his lips, kissing him as deeply as I could. Our tongues swirled around each other, and Jim's fingers rubbed me faster, dipping into my heat to spread the wetness, and resuming their movement, teasing me with the change of pace.

Every time he brought me to the edge, he slowed, only to restart faster, harder.

I rose onto my tiptoes, pushing my backside against his hard length, and gasped at another sharp sting on my skin.

"You drive me wild," Jim panted into our kiss, his fingertips digging into the flesh that still stung from his slap. "Never needed anyone like I need you."

"Never wanted anyone like I want you."

"I want it that way. Forever."

Jim cupped my breast, fondling it, squeezing the pink nipple. I lifted my arms and circled his neck, my back plastered to his front, our bodies sleek with sweat and our chests rising and falling simultaneously.

Gaze burning with desire, Jim's skilled hands skimmed over my inner thighs, spreading my legs open. He swallowed my moans when two of his fingers entered me once more. I clenched around them, and as soon as Jim's thumb teased my clit, tremors rocked my body, making it explode with invisible fireworks.

He went on touching me until I couldn't take it anymore. Swallowing to wet my dry throat, I sagged against Jim, and he turned me around, embracing me so tightly I struggled to inhale.

Jim kissed my forehead and leaned his against it. His light stubble tickled my palms when I cupped his face, peering into his eyes.

They held a promise of so much more, and I couldn't wait to take it all.

Whew? Or meh?

Those O'Brien's...

Part two in Jim's POV coming soon. Wanted to show more of his wilder side in his words haha.

Sorry for the wait, guys. It's been a busy time and I was on vacation, but now I'm back, trying to write when I'm not working. It's still a hobby that doesn't pay my bills, so unfortunately there's only so much time I have for it.

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