THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION
Toni put her hand in front of Rachel’s mouth, curling her long fingers across her jaw.
“Shhht,” she hissed. “If we’re lucky, she’ll be in and out.”
Distant footsteps pattered about and Rachel prayed for them to not come any closer to the showers. Toni fixed her hazelnut eyes on Rachel, her hand still curved over Rachel’s lips. Water drummed down around them and bounced up over their feet. Things can hardly get wetter, Rachel thought, but immediately had to correct herself. It wasn’t just water from the shower seeping down her legs. Her entire body pulsed and throbbed, aching to be touched more intimately by Toni.