He held me in place, his thigh unmovable underneath me. He leaned in, his lips against my ear. I could feel the heat rolling off him, every memory of staring at these exact muscles holding me in place like a movie—or maybe more accurately a porno, considering the dirty thoughts I had about him.
Now I was living those thoughts.
I moved again, my body not missing a beat. I moaned, the sound filling the room around us. His lips crashed into mine, trying to swallow the sounds.
“You have to be quiet,” he whispered.
I shook my head, my orgasm building stronger now. I was so close, my mind becoming muddled with pleasure.
I tried to ask him why—having no need or want to keep this quiet anymore—but I couldn’t find any words. I couldn’t do anything but shake my head no. I didn’t want to hide anything with Aiden. I wanted him all to myself, and I was happy to let the world know it.
“What’s that? Are you trying to scream so they find us?”
I nodded, screaming loud against his lips now. He drowned out the worst of it, and that only made me want to scream more.
His fingers pressed into my hips, forcing me to keep moving faster and faster until I couldn’t take it anymore. My body coiled, the next pull of my hips against his thigh sending me over the edge.
I moaned against his hand again, my body melting, but he held me in place.
“Look at you, so satisfied, dripping wet—and I bet you are ready for more.”
“Please,” I begged.
“Begging for me now? I told you, you’re an angel. But no, I’d rather have you sit here all night wiggling your ass and waiting for the second I fill you.”
“You’re going to?”
He brought his hand to his mouth, sliding in two fingers.
“Are you going to act up?”
I grinned, already turned on again. “Probably.”
“Perfect, it’s one thing I absolutely love about you.”
He helped me down, his hand wrapping in mine as he stood watching me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He pushed back my hair, his eyes still roaming my face.
“Absolutely nothing,” he said.
My chest seemed to flare with anger because I knew.
I loved Aiden.
And I knew I’d never be able to stop. I either had to make him mine forever or spend the rest of my life on the sidelines, stuck wanting someone I could never have, stuck hiding it from the world.
“Nothing other than we have to continue being a secret to everyone we know. Will we always have to hide this? Do you think I would continue hiding this for weeks, months, hell maybe even years?”
I could be a rose. A soft, delicate thing that people loved to look at, but I could be the thorn, too. The sharp, angry blade that would cut you if you got too close, and Aiden felt entirely too close right now.
Anger was safe, it was a protective shield when my heart wanted to attach itself to Aiden, but I couldn’t—not when I was a secret to him.
His eyes still searched my face, but there was more panic in them now.
“What are you talking about? Did I miss something? I thought we agreed not to say anything yet.”
