Alex
Rhett held my shoulders, his hands warm on my skin. He slid them to the base of my neck, and a shiver ran down my spine. His fingers tangled in my hair, and I leaned back. He kissed my neck, and the pressure of his lips shot through me.
His hands moved down my arms, slow and sure, until he was holding my hands. As his hands came back up, his mouth grew more urgent on my neck—sucking and kissing until I felt a heat low in my stomach. He kissed his way to the other side of my neck while his hands stroked my hips and waist, pulling me closer.
He kissed along my jaw, his stubble rough against my skin, until he reached my cheek. I turned my head, wanting to kiss him, but he moved to my ear instead. His hot breath made me gasp, and then his tongue traced the edge of my ear. The ache betw
