Page 190 of That Rush

“Yes, Paige. Just like that.”

I circle my hips and find an angle that sends pleasure curling through me. Aiden tries to follow with a small upward thrust.

“Stay still,” I breathe.

His muscles tense beneath me, but he obeys.

“Still testing my restraint, Paige?”

“I enjoy knowing you’ll listen.”

“Always.”

The word lands hard enough to make my heart stumble. I answer with another slow roll, my forehead against his as I chase the friction building between us.

“I love seeing you like this,” he says.

“Then keep watching.”

His eyes stay on mine. I move faster without adding distance, grinding against him while his cock remains buried deep. Pleasure spreads through my stomach and thighs until my legs begin to shake.

“Tell me,” he says.

“I’m close. Hold me tighter.”

His arms lock around my back. The pressure between us builds with every circle of my hips.

“I love you,” he says against my lips. “All of you. Every stubborn part.”

Release crests, then breaks through me. My body pulses around him, and I hold his gaze while pleasure radiates through me.

“Aiden.”

“I’ve got you.”

I keep rocking until the last tremor passes, then brace my hands beside his shoulders. “Now move.”

His control slips. He thrusts up into me, rougher now, and I take each stroke without looking away.

“Come for me,” I say, my voice breathy. “Let me see you too.”

He drives deep and comes inside me with my name a harsh sound from his mouth. His body shudders beneath mine, and I hold him through it until he goes lax beneath me.

Aiden kisses me once, then again, softer each time.

He eases out of me and lies down beside me. I turn toward him, and he pulls me close until our bare legs tangle beneath the sheet.

The sheet cools the sweat along my spine, but his palm keeps tracing warmth back into my skin.

His hand moves along my back. Mine rests over his heart. For once, no joke makes the moment less intimate.

We lie face-to-face, quiet and unguarded. For tonight, this is enough. His hand continues its slow path along my back while I trace the edge of his collarbone, content to stay like this until the rest of the world remembers we exist.

“Can I ask you something?” he says.

“You’re already taking advantage of my weakened condition.”

“I made you come. I didn’t impair your judgment.”