***EPOV***
There were so many places on her naked body that I now wanted to touch, and my hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They scurried down Bella's back so they could cup themselves under the lower curves of her derrière.
She responded by lifting her legs up and wrapping them around my waist.
My loins responded instantaneously.
What is this feeling, I asked myself, but I knew what it was. It was lust.
The words other people had used to describe the feeling, in everything I had ever read and seen, just didn't seem appropriate to use with Bella. Too clinical or too pornographic.
Perhaps I should just consider the feeling a sound or a color, I thought to myself.
It was all semantics anyway, at this point. I knew we had to get out of the ocean and back to the beach-house soon. I could be patient if I needed to be, but Bella was apparently beyond patient at this point.
Which is why I stopped kissing her and started running straight back to the shoreline.