LANA
Rhett kicked the door shut behind us and didn’t stop moving.
Water dripped off both of us, pooling on the floor, but he didn’t care and neither did I. His mouth found mine again before I could catch my breath and my back hit the wall with a thud. My legs were still wrapped around him. My arms were still locked behind his neck.
I was soaked. My shirt clung to my chest like a second skin and I could feel every hard inch of him between my thighs.
Rhett’s hands slid under my ass, gripped me tighter, and then he moved. He carried me down the hallway without breaking the kiss. My fingers clutched his hair and I moaned into his mouth. He swallowed the sound like a man starved.
We crashed into his room.
He dropped me on the bed and stood back, chest heaving. His eyes raked over me like
