Page 189 of That Rush

Aiden catches my face between his hands. “Tease.”

“I said slowly.”

“You did.”

I stay over him and kiss him, my body stretched along his while one of his hands moves between us. His fingers slide through my wetness and circle my clit.

I moan into his mouth.

“That’s what I want,” he says, his voice low.

“My excellent verbal skills?”

“Hearing you. Knowing what feels good.”

His fingers move lower and ease inside me. I shift my knees wider around his hips, holding his gaze as he strokes with deliberate care.

“More pressure.”

He curls his fingers, finding the pressure that pulls a gasp from me.

“There?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me again.”

“I love you, Aiden.”

His face changes, the heat still there beneath something softer. “I love you too.”

He kisses me as his thumb circles my clit. Heat coils low in my stomach with every unhurried stroke, but I catch his wrist when the tension begins to climb too quickly.

His fingers stop. “What do you need?”

“You inside me.” I wrap my hand around his cock. “I want to stay right here, looking at you.”

I slide lower until I’m straddling his hips, then wrap my hand around him and guide him between my thighs.

“Let me set the pace.”

“It’s yours.”

I guide him to my entrance and lower myself a fraction at a time. The stretch fills me so slowly that every inch demands my attention.

His jaw tightens. “You okay?”

“Perfect.” I sink deeper. “Keep your hands on me.”

His palms close around my hips without pulling. I take the rest of him and stop with my body sealed to his.

“Fuck, Paige. You feel so good,” he says.

I lean down until my chest covers his and our mouths are inches apart. “Stay with me.”

“I’m here.”

I begin to move, lifting barely enough to rock forward again. The shallow rhythm keeps him deep while my clit drags against the base of his cock. His hands travel from my hips to my back, holding me close without taking over.