The cool of the evening water, with the full moon shining down upon their silhouettes was about as romantic as it gets.  His hands brushing the salty water over her heated skin brought out goose bumps, and she shivered, but not from cold.  It was the excitement of the evening, the love she felt in her heart for this man, and the romantic nature of the setting around them.<br/><br/>She held onto his hand, and brought it to her lips, and kissed the fingertips that can bring such ecstasy to her body.  Leaning forward, she kissed his lips, and again, nibbled at his bottom lip tenderly, lovingly.  Damn, he tasted so good, and felt so good under her palm, as she laid it over the left side of his chest, so she could feel the steady strong beat of his heart.  This was love, she was sure of it.  There could be no other reason for the feelings that crowded in her heart.  She wanted no other, not now, not ever, for Jeremiah's love had given her everything she could possibly want from life.