She moaned again, her head tipping back as I sucked a gentle path up her throat. My name fell from her lips with a whispered demand, and I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.
Her expression was one of pure want, her pupils dilated with arousal and her face flushed with color.
"Zaya—" she breathed, "fuck—"
I silenced her with another kiss, harder now, more demanding. Layla's hands slipped down my back, her nails digging into my ass as I lifted her up.
She wrapped her legs around my waist with a soft cry, and then I had her pinned against the wall, the water beating down on our heads, our lips never breaking apart.
"Zaya," she moaned, her voice low and wanton, her hips rocking against mine.
"I know," I whispered, my tongue dragging over her jawline and down her throat to flick over her nipple.