Ricardo held her steady, his arms wrapping around her waist protectively as his own body trembled, his pleasure cresting. He remained inside her until the end, burying his face in her neck, his hot, uneven breaths brushing against her skin.

For several moments, the only sounds were their labored breathing, the relentless flow of the now ice-cold water, and their hearts pounding in synchronized rhythm.

When Marina finally regained her breath, she shifted in his arms, her wet hair clinging ...