My back is pressed up against the hard tile as one of Rhodes's hands reaches up and turns a tap, soaking us both in mildly cold water. I'm about to squeal and complain about how cold it is and how I'm still dressed; but then Rhodes's lips make their way to the patch of skin just below my ear and I lose all sense entirely. My hands are hungry, reaching down to slide his boxers down his legs. His hands are already making quick work of my minimal clothing, tossing both my drenched T-shirt and flimsy panties into a pile at the corner of the shower.
"f**k you look incredible" Rhodes groans, leaning back for a moment as he holds me upright still. The water cascades down over me as I dig my nails into his shoulders, his hips grinding into mine slow and teasing. I think I must look like a drowne
