The steam rose in thick clouds around us as Diego pulled me fully into the deep end of the thermal pool. The slightly scorching water washed over my waist and breasts, but it was nothing compared to the fiery heat radiating off the man holding me.
His hands gripped my hips, sliding me flush against his body. My core vibrated due to the slick friction of his skin against mine. He then lifted me effortlessly until my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, my back pressed firmly against the quartz wall of the pool.
"Ophelia," he spoke. "Look at me, chica."
With my hands clutching his shoulders for leverage, I obliged. His emerald eyes were burning with hunger, his pupils blown wide.
"I never told you this before," I said. "But you have beautiful eyes."
"Don't I know it." A smug grin
