Page 133 of That Rush

The pleasure pulls tight enough to make my movements uneven.

“Now,” I gasp. “Hold me now.”

His hands leave the chair and close around my waist. He keeps me steady without directing my hips, giving me strength while I choose every stroke.

“Use me,” he says. “Take every bit of it.”

I grind down against him.

The orgasm finally shatters through me, a sharp pleasure coiling tight from the relentless friction. I press my forehead to his, my body still moving, dragging out every pulse against his thigh. Aiden’s grip stays firm at my waist until the trembling eases.

He presses his mouth beneath my ear. “Still think fiction did it better?”

“I haven’t completed my evaluation.”

Aiden laughs. “Of course you haven’t.”

I lift my head.

Strain marks his face. He’s hard beneath the jeans I’ve been moving against.

I slide from his thigh and stand between his knees.

“Hands back on the chair.”

His eyebrows rise, but he obeys.

I open his jeans and free him. He exhales through his teeth as I wrap my fingers around his cock.

“Paige.”

“You wanted to know whether I could ask.”

“I remember.”

“Now I’m giving the instructions.”

I start to turn toward the nightstand, but Aiden catches my wrist.

“Wait.”

I look at him.

His eyes remain on mine. “You didn’t reach for a condom.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

Every muscle in his body goes still.

“Paige.”

“I’m on birth control. I take it every day, and I was tested after my last relationship. Everything was negative. There hasn’t been anyone since.”

Aiden’s grip loosens, but he doesn’t release me. “I was tested too. I’m clean, and there hasn’t been anyone since Krista.”

“We already agreed there’s no one else.”

“We did.”