Wyatt is a mess, and he’s the master of the hookup. He’s Aiden’s opposite in every way, but I like him.
Aiden escorts Wyatt to the door, tells him goodbye, and then turns back to me after he shuts it. He groans loudly and rakes a hand through his hair.
“I’m so, so sorry about that. But Wyatt will keep his mouth shut. He knows what this means to me.”
“Aiden,” I begin, my stomach filling with acid as I think of the words I’m about to speak. “What Wyatt said isn’t wrong.”
Aiden drops his hands. He stares at me, a stricken look entering his expressive eyes. “What are you saying?” he asks, panic creeping into his voice.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, my voice growing thick. “I understand if you don’t or if you have second thoughts. I cause so many complications because of my last name. Hearing Wyatt say them aloud just reminded me that is the reality of—”
Before I can get another word out, Aiden crosses the room, pulls me up off the sofa, and grasps my face firmly with his hands, tilting it upward. I suck in a breath as I see how Aiden’s eyes are flashing with emotion as he stares back at me.
“I know everything Wyatt said is true. Iknowthat. But I also know what we have is real and true and I’m not willing to give that up. I don’tcarethat your dad is my coach. I don’t care whatyour last name is. All I care about is how I feel when I’m with you. How I feel when I kiss you, when I talk to you, and how I think about you all the time. I want you, Scarlett. I’ll take this risk because I know you’re worth it.”
Before I can even respond, Aiden’s mouth crashes down on mine. The kiss is hot and desperate and telling me everything he’s feeling for me.
Everything this man is willing to risk for me.
All because of what I mean to him.
I kiss him back furiously, showing him how much I need him.
Need him,I repeat in my head.
I feel the hardness of his body, the heat coming off his skin, his hands tugging on my hair, his lips ravishing mine, his tongue taking everything I can give him.
I know what I want.
I want everything Aiden is willing to give.
I’m about to tell him that when he abruptly breaks the kiss, tearing his mouth away from mine. We both are breathing hard, and Aiden keeps his hands in my hair as he stares down at me.
“Scarlett, I want you. Tell me what the boundaries are, and I’ll follow them. Or if I’m doing something you don’t want to do, just tell me to stop and I will. I just need to be with you, baby.”
Need. Aiden needs me as much as I need him.
His eyes are a swirl of desire and protectiveness. I swallow hard as I see how Aiden is looking at me, because no man has ever looked at me like this before.
There’s only one answer to give the man who is getting pieces of my heart, who is risking so much for me, who is willing to accept whatever boundaries I need to feel comfortable with him.
I stare up at him. His chest is rising and falling rapidly in anticipation of my answer, for me telling him how far we can go tonight.
“I want to be with you, Aiden,” I say. “Now.”
Chapter Fifteen
Aiden’s mouth captures mine in a fierce, hot kiss. In a flash, his hands are underneath my shirt, tugging at the hem, desperate to get it off. I help him, our lips breaking apart only long enough for me to yank the shirt over my head before his mouth consumes mine again. I feel the roughness of his hands skim over my body, and I sink my hands into his silky hair, gripping it tightly. A groan escapes his throat in response to that, so I tug a bit harder, and then he sinks his teeth into my lower lip, eliciting a gasp of excitement from me.
His hands move around to the clasp on my bra, and he deftly unhooks it. It begins to fall from me, and I move back so I can take it off. Aiden stares at my breasts, his gray eyes flashing with desire the second he sees me. Then he cups my breasts with his hands, eliciting another low, primal groan from him.
“You’re so damn perfect, baby. I’ve dreamed about what your breasts would look like. How they would fit in my hands.”
“Yes, touch me,” I gasp, as all my muscles begin to contract to his every kiss, every touch.
I’m shaking as I feel his hands explore my breasts, and I arch into him as his mouth finds the column of my neck, his tongue running down it, and I whimper. Everything within me is already growing painfully tight, begging for release. He begins kissing my breasts, and I’m about to become unhinged.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs into my skin. “God, Scarlett, I’m not going to last long. I’m barely hanging on now.”
