Then his mouth takes mine, his tongue demanding access, which I give him. The kiss is hot and seeking, his tongue tangling with mine. Aiden’s hand is in my hair, lightly tugging on it so my head tilts back. Then his mouth is on my neck, kissing and nipping with his teeth as he works his way down to my collarbone.
“Aiden,” I gasp.
He groans into my skin in response. Aiden moves off the stool, then stands before me, nudging my legs apart. I open for him, and now he’s got both hands sinking into my hair, his body hard and tight and pushing up against mine, and the kiss is off the chartssteamy. It’s becoming urgent. His mouth is back onmine, then back to my neck, and then his tongue flicks over the hollow of my throat, tasting me.
I grow tighter inside, throbbing with need. I hook my legs around him, trying to draw him closer. A primal growl escapes his throat as he kisses me, and I swallow it as I try to press closer to him.
I’ve never made out on a barstool before, but this is freaking hot. Aiden’s hand slides underneath my shirt, his large, rough hand skimming over my rib cage, and I shiver in response to the contact.
“Can I take off your shirt, baby?” Aiden whispers against my mouth.
Consent.
It’s the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Good girl.”
OH MY GOD, I AM LIVNG SO MANY FANTASIES RIGHT NOW, IT IS DOWNRIGHT STUPID.
He lowers his hands to my T-shirt, grasping the hem, and yanks it upward. I put my hands up and help him pull it off, and now I’m simply dressed in a lacy black demi-cup bra and jeans.
Aiden’s hands skim over my breasts, and a shudder runs through him as he touches me. I link my hands around the back of his neck, my back arching, enjoying not only his touch, but knowing how much he’s getting pleasure from my body, too.
“You’re perfect,” he breathes, dipping his head to kiss my neck again. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
I’m about to beg him to do just that when suddenly his door beeps and Milo begins barking. I freeze, and so does Aiden, but the door pops open before we can do anything else.
“Bro, I’ve got—”
I shriek, and Aiden whips around and moves in front of me, trying to cover my nearly naked body with his.
But it’s too late. Wyatt Wentworth is standing in the doorway.
And our secret is out.
Chapter Fourteen
Wyatt drops the pizza box he’s holding onto the floor and stares at me as if I’m not real. I’m cowering behind Aiden, my heart pounding a mile a minute as I stare at Wyatt over his shoulder. Milo is barking excitedly at this new arrival, while I wish I could run screaming out of the room instead.
“Scarlett?” he cries, looking stunned. “What the fu—”
“Turn around Wyatt!” Aiden barks sharply.
Wyatt blinks, then abruptly turns around and faces the door. Aiden quickly grabs my shirt, handing it to me. With shaking hands, I pull it back over my head.
“Bro, you are NOT messing around with Rivershon’s daughter,” Wyatt says, keeping his back to us. “Do you have a death wish?”
I bite my lip at his words, knowing this is how the rest of the team would react to us.
That Aiden has a death wish—or at least a career-ending one with the Miami Manatees—by being with me.
Panic begins to claw at my stomach.
“No, I do not, and you can turn back around,” Aiden snaps.
Wyatt turns around, staring at us in disbelief.
