Page 136 of That Rush

“I know.”

“Then why are you carrying me?”

“Because I want to.”

He carries me to the bed and lowers me onto the mattress. Instead of reaching for the washcloth, he stretches out beside me and pulls me against his chest.

For several minutes, neither of us says anything.

His breathing slows. My body relaxes against him, heavy and satisfied.

Aiden’s fingers trace the outside of my thigh.

I reach toward the nightstand for the special edition.

Aiden catches my wrist.

“What?”

“I’m not finished.”

I glance down his body. His cock is already hardening again against my thigh.

“That was fast.”

“You told me to sit still while you rode me bare.” His hand slides over my ass. “Then you let me come inside you. I’ve been thinking about bending you over that chair for the last twenty minutes.”

“You mentioned it.”

“I wasn’t making conversation.”

His hand closes around my hip, and he turns me beneath him.

Aiden kisses me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth while his knee parts my thighs. There’s none of the restraint he showed in the chair.

I reach for him, but he catches both my wrists in one hand and presses them above my head.

The sudden control sends a rush of heat through me.

His eyes hold mine. “Do you want what I described?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want you to bend me over and fuck me from behind.”

Aiden’s jaw clenches.

“Hard?”

“Yes.”

His hand tightens around my wrists. “Do you want me to spank you?”

The question lands in my pussy.

“Yes.”