“You stayed in too long, querida“ he told her.

“Did I?” Based on how her insides were trembling, she wondered if she should still be swimming.

“Sí You need to be careful. Too long, and you’ll grow weak from the cold.”

“I’m not cold.”

“Your shivering says otherwise.”

Larissa looked him in the eye, her gaze telling him what they both already knew: that her trembling had nothing to do with the water. His hands slowed, the touch becoming slow and sensual.

“I don’t … I’m not …” He struggled for words. A warning, but his gaze dropped to her mouth even as he spoke.

“Me neither,” Larissa whispered. This was purely physical. Two people giving in to an attraction and nothing more. That her heart pounded in her chest in anticipation meant nothing.