Page 60 of That Rush

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So fucking wet for me.”

“Aiden.”

“You wanted me to touch you.”

“I wanted you to stop talking and make me come.”

His thumb presses against my clit.

“Then show me exactly how you need it.”

I rock harder against his hand.

The pressure gathers low and tight. I am close enough to feel it, but each time I reach for the edge, it slips back.

“I can’t,” I gasp.

“You can.”

“That is deeply unhelpful.”

Approval warms his eyes. “What do you need?”

“More pressure. A little faster.”

He gives me both, but pleasure holds one infuriating breath from release. A groan escapes me, and I press my hips harder into the cushions.

Aiden withdraws his hand.

My eyes fly open. “Why did you stop?”

“Because I can’t get the right angle.” He rises and holds out his clean hand. “Bedroom. Now.”

I look at him. “Getting demanding?”

“I’m getting you off.”

I take his hand and lead him down the short hall.

Aiden’s gaze lands on the book facedown on my nightstand.

I follow his gaze to the book on my nightstand. Heat rises in my face.

“Don’t,” I say, the word barely a whisper.

He looks back at me, his expression softening. “It’s just us here.”

I slide the book into the drawer without looking at it.

He pulls my shirt over my head, and his gaze moves down my body.

“Lie back and spread your legs for me.”

There’s no teasing in his voice now.

I climb onto the mattress, but I catch his arm as he kneels.

“What do you need?” he asks.