Aria’s POV

The moment my back hit the bedroom door, I knew we were tempting fate.

Grayson didn’t even wait until we reached the bed. His mouth was on mine, hands already pulling at my clothes like he’d been starving for days, like every second apart had been torture. I felt the same.

“You’re gonna get us caught,” I whispered against his lips as he stripped me down to nothing.

His answer was a growl—deep and reckless. “Then scream into the pillow.”

He bent me ...