Page 132 of That Rush

My fingers dig into his shoulders. “What?”

“You liked that.”

I repeat the movement.

Another broken sound leaves me.

Aiden’s mouth curves. “Do it again.”

I rock over his thigh while Aiden watches. The pressure builds, but I have to work for it. My legs tighten. My shirt clings to my back. He chooses stillness because I asked for it.

“Higher,” I say.

“Tell me how.”

“Lift your heel.”

He raises it slowly, bringing his thigh tighter against me.

Pleasure sparks through me, hot and sharp. I moan and grip his shoulders harder.

“Right there?”

“Yes.”

“Then take it.”

“He doesn’t know how pretty you look chasing what you want,” he says, his voice a low rasp. “Or that your mouth falls open right before you make that sound.”

The sound escapes me exactly as he predicts.

A slow, deeply satisfied smile curves Aiden’s mouth.

“Arrogant,” I whisper.

“Accurate.”

I move faster, abandoning any attempt to look composed. His thigh stays firm beneath me while everything blurs but the friction between us, his steady gaze, and that voice telling me everything he sees.

“You wanted him to watch,” Aiden says. “I’m watching every fucking move.”

My body clenches around nothing.

“He got words on a page. I get you wet against me.”

“Aiden.”

“Do you want my hands?”

I almost say yes. Then I recognize another want beneath the need to feel his hands.

“Not yet.”

An approving smile flickers across Aiden’s mouth. “Then make yourself come.”

The order pushes me closer. I rock harder, my knees gripping the chair and my fingers clutching his shirt.

“That’s it, Paige. Make it feel good.”