Page 134 of That Rush

“I want to feel you without anything between us.” I stroke him slowly. “Do you want that?”

His cock jerks in my hand.

“More than I should.”

“That isn’t an answer.”

“Yes.” The word comes out rough. “I want you bare.”

“If either of us changes our mind, we use condoms again.”

“Agreed.”

“And stopping them doesn’t change anything else between us.”

His jaw tightens, but he nods. “I understand.”

I believe him.

I straddle his lap.

Aiden starts to reach for me.

I give him a look.

His hands return to the chair arms, although the effort is more obvious now.

“That competitive streak is becoming inconvenient,” he says.

“You challenged a fictional man in my bedroom. You created this problem.”

I guide him to my entrance and lower myself slowly. My pussy is still sensitive from the orgasm, and the first press makes me suck in a breath. His expression tightens with every inch I take.

“Fuck,” he says when I settle fully over him.

“You don’t move until I tell you.”

His restraint slips, a muscle jumping in his jaw.

I rise and sink onto him again.

Aiden’s head presses into the chair. His fingers flex against the chair arms beside my hips while I set the pace, slow enough to feel every ridge of his bare cock.

“You like giving instructions,” I whisper. “How do you feel about following them?”

“Currently reconsidering my position.”

I circle my hips. He lets out a fractured breath.

“Your position seems effective.”

“Paige.”

I ride him faster, watching his control unravel in all the ways he always catches in me. His jaw tightens. His stomach contracts. His gaze turns hungry when I pull my shirt over my head.

“Touch me,” I say.

His palms cover my breasts at once.