Page 65 of That Rush

Her arms slide around my neck immediately. “You’re supposed to be leaving.”

“I am.”

“This looks inefficient.”

“I’m saying goodbye.”

“With both hands on my ass?”

“One of them is on your waist.”

“My mistake. Very respectful.”

I kiss her before she can offer another correction.

Paige rises onto her toes and opens for me, warm and certain. I deepen the kiss and she meets me, her fingers tangling in my hair as my hand slides under the hem of her shirt.

I could carry her back to bed and not surface until noon. Instead, I slow the kiss and lift my head.

She makes a quiet, displeased sound. “You’re going to run out of restraint soon.”

“You liked it last night.”

“I liked what happened when you stopped using it.”

My cock hardens against her stomach.

Paige smiles. “Useful memory?”

“Get inside.”

“Is that an order?”

“Unless you want me to forget I have work.”

Her eyes darken. “Maybe I do.”

I take one step toward the door, and she laughs as she presses both hands to my chest.

“Go be responsible, Aiden.”

“Next Friday,” I say.

“We already agreed.”

“I’m changing dinner.”

Her eyebrows lift. “That sounds dangerously close to rearranging my plans.”

“I’m asking you to take me to the alpine lake you mentioned.”

“You want me to take you?”

“You know the trail. I don’t.”

“That must have hurt to admit.”

“I survived.”