Keya's POV
"You smell so good," Rafael breathed, sliding behind me, pulling my body against his chest. He was still wearing a t-shirt and shorts, but I could feel his co.ck digging into my flesh like the barrier of a shorts wasn't enough to stop it, stop him.
He pressed his teeth to my shoulder, his body tightening. A long moan left both of us. I was sure I was already too wet, and the water was the only thing that was keeping me standing, and not melting in his fire.
My breath hitched as his lips brushed against my damp skin, featherlight, like he was savoring the way I trembled beneath his touch.
"Rafael..." I whispered, his name tasting like heat on my tongue.
His hand slid down my arm slowly, like he was memorizing me. Every inch of me tingled where he touched, even in the cold.
