Page 120 of That Rush

The question used to feel like a test I should already know how to pass. Now it feels like permission.

“Slow.” I step close and wrap my arms around his neck. “I want to see you.”

His expression shifts, the sharp edge of desire softening into something warmer.

“You will.”

He lowers us onto the bed facing each other, his mouth close to mine. His palm follows the curve of my waist and hip, then slides between my thighs.

I open for him.

His fingers move through my wetness and circle my clit with unhurried pressure.

“This what you need?”

“For now.”

“For now,” he repeats, his lips curving.

I close my hand around his cock, and his breath catches.

“There’s the unsteady voice,” I whisper.

“Keep touching me and you’ll hear more of it.”

I stroke him while his fingers work over me. We kiss between murmured instructions, soft curses, and a laugh when our knees knock together.

When the ache inside me sharpens, I reach into the nightstand and hand him a condom.

Aiden rolls it on, draws my top leg over his hip, and settles between my thighs.

I wrap my hand around him and guide the head of his cock to my entrance.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He presses inside me slowly.

The stretch pulls a long breath from me. His hand tightens around my thigh as he sinks deeper, giving my body time to adjust.

My eyes close.

“Look at me, Paige.”

I open them.

His face is inches from mine. Strain tightens his jaw, and he lets me see the care in his eyes.

“There you are,” he says.

I rock my hips and take him the rest of the way.

Aiden groans against my mouth. His arm tightens around my back as he withdraws and pushes inside again.

“Deeper,” I say, my voice low. “Keep it slow.”

He lifts my thigh higher and gives me exactly what I asked for.