Chapter Thirty One
Rhett
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'Hell, Saaaaam.' I heard myself croak, in such delicious despair, as her lips danced across my throat. I set her down in my bedroom, and slammed the door shut with my heel. I didn't want Rocky disturbing this moment, I didn't want anything stopping us. Her hands moved across my chest, dragging across my t-shirt, bunching it as she went. I helped her rip the damn thing off me, raising my arms, feeling her lips snaking their way up my side. I tried to talk, to whisper, to murmur her name. But I was gone.
There wasn't any time for candles, or music, and I didn't know whether I owned any Backstreet Boys.
My mind went beautifully blank, as I savoured those kisses, snatching her mouth back, feathering her throat with my fingers so I could crash my desperate
