his damp cheeks, bringing his head down to mine. “You need to wear those pants tonight,” I whispered.
“Oh, do I?” He grinned, then pressed his lips against mine in a hard, wet, and moan-inducing kiss.
“Let’s go,” I said, pulling away.
He didn’t need to be told twice and waved to some of the guys on the team, only stopping a few times to shake some young kids’ hands. My heart warmed at the way he made them smile with such ease, simply by being him.
He opened the door of his Audi for me before tossing his gear in the trunk. The vibrating hum of the engine did nothing to curb the excitement brewing between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I asked minutes later when he turned into the drive-through.
“Ordering us some burgers. I’m starved.”
Opening my purse, I tried not to grumble and fished out my phone, finding nothing but the background picture of me and Adela. Sighing, I tucked it back inside and ignored the smirk I knew was sitting on Aiden’s face. “I’m good, thanks.”
Finally, burgers sitting in a brown bag on my lap, he turned back out onto the road. And a minute later, he turned into a gas station.
“What?” I sputtered.
He unclipped his seat belt, jumping out. “Need some gum and a Gatorade.”
Frustration curled my hands as he strolled, all lazy grace, toward the bright entrance.
When he returned, I chewed my lips to keep my annoyance masked. It didn’t work. When he tossed the gum into the console and the drink into the cup holder, and then just sat there, I snapped, turning to him to yell… I didn’t know what because he was smiling.
My eyes narrowed. “Okay, what are you doing, Prince?”
“Not much fun, is it, Petal?”
Confusion creased my brows. “What?”
He tutted. “So impatient.”
“Aiden,” I warned.
“Waiting. It’s not fun to be kept waiting, am I right?” He grinned. “Or am I fucking right?”
I groaned. “You’re an idiot, is what you are.”
He barked out a laugh, then finally started the car.
I seethed, even as laughter tried to burst free, the whole way to his apartment.
He had the place to himself, courtesy of his dad, and I was thankful for that when we finally got inside, and I exploded. “I thought you were okay with us being friends all that time.”
Eating his burger, he tossed his bag by the door and his drink on the glass coffee table. He swallowed before talking. “Petal,” he said through a laugh. “I was fucking messing with you. Come here.”
“No,” I said, and he raised his brows, shoving the rest of his burger inside his mouth, then uncapping his drink. “I needed.” I stopped. “Ugh, I was…” I couldn’t even say it and nearly stomped my foot as heat climbed up my neck to decorate my cheeks.
Chuckling again, Aiden took a long swig of his drink, swishing it around his mouth before he came for me. “Horny?” he supplied.
I nodded, feeling that excitement return when his eyes dipped over my face and settled on my lips. Who was I kidding? It never really left. Even when he made me mad, I still wanted him.
“Then we’d better fix that. I like seeing you angry-needy.” He ducked, hoisting me over his shoulder. My Chucks flew off when I kicked my legs as he carried me down the maroon-painted hall to his room, where a large king-size bed decked out in black linens sat in the center.
Clothes lay strewn on the ottoman at the end, some on the floor, and a gaming console perched in tangles on the table below the large flat screen on the wall. I’d been in here before but never for long.
Never for this.
Dumping me on the bed, he made quick work of ridding me of my panties, then tugged my denim dress up and over my head. “You’re too fucking beautiful for this world.”
“Kiss me,” I said, reaching for him.
“With pleasure.” He climbed onto the bed, his tongue mating with mine, his fingertips driving me crazy as they brushed over every inch of skin.
When he moved them between my legs, I sighed with anticipation and relief. “Want them, do you?” he whispered against my lips.
“Yes.”
He hummed, biting and tugging my lip as he fell back to the bed. I frowned, dismay settling in until he said, “Let me tell you what I want.”
“I swear to God, Prince, if you play any more games…” I was so turned on, so frustrated, that I didn’t even care I was naked. Vulnerability took a