Page 51 of Her Player

I snickered. “So do I, silly.”

He grinned. “Just stay here, Victoria, and quit being so stubborn.”

I tossed him a wink. “Never.”

He chuckled as he slipped out of the shower, and within seconds, he was back with a couple of towels. Part of me wanted to dry him off just so he’d dry me off, but the other part of me knew we’d only fuck ourselves into another shower if we were to do that. So we stole glances and smiles at one another as we dried off.

I didn’t like watching him cover his body with clothing.

I wanted him on display more often.

“You hungry?” Rhett asked.

His voice ripped me out of my trance as I sat down to slip into my heels. “Starving.”

He crouched down in front of me, supporting my ankle with one hand before helping me slip my still-damp foot into my stilettos. I watched as he bent forward, kissing my ankle before picking up my other heel and moving to my foot. He slipped my feet so effortlessly into those shoes, punctuating his efforts with a kiss.

I watched in awe as he stood before he offered me his hand. “Any cravings for what you might wanna eat? My treat. We can pick it up before heading back to Victoria’s estate.”

I slipped my hand into his and let him help me up. I grew unsteady on my feet, though. Even though I had walked in heels for the majority of my adult life, I tripped myself up in them.

Crashing straight into Rhett.

He caught me as if I weighed nothing.

His chuckle was dark. “You okay, Miss C?”

I pressed a palm flat against my stomach and somehow got my feet beneath me. “Sorry, yes. Goodness, I haven’t eaten in hours.”

I hated how breathless my voice came out.

I also hated that cheeky little smirk on Rhett’s face.

No, you don’t.

I also hated it when that fucking voice in my head called me out.

Yes, you do.

“You good, Victoria?” Rhett asked as he steadied me with his grip on my upper arms.

Always, somehow, when you’re around. “Yeah, yeah. Just… maybe a bit more ready for food than I realized.”

He caged his arm around my lower back and held me to him. “Well, we did cycle through our workout routine.”

I snorted. “Oh, so that’s what we’re going to call it? Exercise?”

A look of wonder crossed his face. “You snort.”

I paused. “Yes.”

He tilted his head. “Like, you actually snort.”

My cheeks flushed. “Yeah. It’s… kind of inescap—mm!”

He crashed his lips to mine. Engulfed me in a kiss that took my legs right out from underneath me. My knees buckled. My body folded like a fucking lawn chair. And as his tongue pushed its way through my lips, I gripped his shirt, winding my fist into it.

I sought purchase as he hoisted me against his body in the most passionate kiss I’d experienced in my adult life.