He had no thought of anyone coming upon them. As far as he was concerned, they were the only people in the world.

A remarkable thing for him to think or feel: someone whose danger sense was so hair-trigger. But it was true. This felt protected.

He let his motions be guided by her hand in his hair, whether she realized she was moving him or not. And her voice hardened him fully under the water, so his body concaved, bowing him deeper to her, to his task. He loved the movement of her hips in his hands, against and around his face; he loved every texture and taste; he loved feeling her pulse and breath; he loved.