"Diego," I whispered.
It was supposed to be a warning. It came out as a breathy, pathetic plea.
"Yes?" The seductive tone of his response had my toes curling beneath the water.
And then, he lifted his right hand. Water dripped from his knuckles, splashing into the lavender foam between my knees. He reached out and pressed the pad of his index finger to my throat, right where my pulse was.
My eyes fluttered shut for a fraction of a second at the contact. His skin was scorching.
"Look at me," he commanded softly.
My eyelids snapped open. His eyes were pinned to mine with an intense focus.
"You can't look away now, can you?" The edges of his lips tilted.
I slowly shook my head as if in a daze, yet my eyes locked to his. How was he doing it?
He dragged his finger slowly down the cen
