It’s suffocating and liberating.
I can’t breathe.
But who needs breathing?
My fingers dig into the hard ridge of his chest, fisting into the T-shirt for balance.
Aiden lifts me and sits me on some surface. I wrap my legs around his waist while he continues ravaging my mouth. My head turns dizzy, hazy, and begins floating.
Aiden’s presence doesn’t only fill my air, but it conquers it.
Smashes it.
Breaks it apart.
His hand sneaks under my T-shirt at that place where my top meets my jeans. I hiss in a breath when his rough, calloused hand meets my softer skin.
Aiden pulls away, and air assaults my lungs. I’m disoriented when he smirks in a lazy, sinister way.
“Nothing, huh?” he motions behind him.
That’s when I realise we’re in public.
I just let Aiden kiss the shit out of me in front of the entire school.
My cheeks heat and I freeze as if that will make me disappear.
No chatter comes from behind us, so I’m sure everyone’s attention is on us.
Can the earth swallow me, please?
While still tangled around him, Aiden lifts me up and carries me out. I hide my head in the crook of his neck, not daring to make eye contact with anyone.
Aiden leans into my ear and whispers, “It’s time you become completely mine.”
Chapter Twenty
Aiden doesn’t stop when murmurs break whenever we walk.
He doesn’t stop when his teammates howl behind us.
His steps are confident and sure while his fingers continue drawing circles down my back.
I want to think it’s an endearing touch, but that’s not how Aiden works, is it? He doesn’t do endearing. Possessiveness suits him better.
The entire school just watched us tonguing each other and all I can think about is the meaning behind the tiny circles.
Truth is, I couldn’t care less about the audience.
All my senses are filled with Aiden. His height. His muscles that might as well be made from granite. The effortless and sure way he holds me.
His strength always had me in knots. There’s something about the way he carries me that’s all… male.
And his scent. His damn, clean, addictive scent.
With my head hidden in the crook of his neck, I can’t resist the urge to inhale him in and safeguard his scent to memory.
A door clicks then closes and Aiden stops. It’s my cue to lift my head. I release a breath when I make out a simple, non-characteristic room that must be for guests. There’s a medium-sized bed, a nightstand and a cupboard. Floral wallpaper covers the walls.