Rivals Or Lovers
he whispered, pressing close, “but do you love it?”
I caught his lips in a quick, heated kiss, and he responded instantly, his hands roaming, pulling me flush against him. The teasing turned urgent, his lips claiming mine as if he had been waiting all week.
“Ry…” I gasped, trying to push him slightly back, but he only laughed softly, pressing his forehead against mine. “We don’t have all night.”
“Exactly,” he breathed against my lips, “so we make it count.”
The bathroom door was only a few steps away. He tugged me along, our bodies colliding in every hallway corner, hands everywhere. By the time we hit the shower, all the teasing had melted into something hotter, more desperate.