Did We Really

[Denali’s POV]

Rosco’s hands trail along my skin, traveling from my thighs to my sides, and then finally around my back so they can come to rest on my ass. Once there, he pulls me forward so that I can wrap my legs around him.

“Rosco,” I whimper as his mouth finds my throat and begins to explore it until his teeth graze along my mark spot. “W-wait.”

For a moment, it doesn’t seem as if he is even processing what I’m saying, but when he finally pulls away and looks at me with hunger-filled eyes, I know he understands.

“I’m sorry,” he huffs. “I was…”

“No,” I gasp, realizing where his mind was going. “That wasn’t what I meant. It’s just that we're..."

Motioning, I look at the empty park around us. We were out in the open, where anybody could see us going at it like rabbits.

“Out in the open?” Rosco offers, nipping at my jaw. “But doesn’t that make it more exciting?”