Page 77 of That Rush

I pull him down the hall, kissing him between uneven steps until the back of my knees hit the mattress. He reaches for my shorts, but I catch his wrist.

“Your clothes first.”

“Giving orders now?”

“You said you can be taught.”

“Teach me.”

I open his pants and push them down with his boxer briefs. His cock springs free, thick and hard, and the reality of what I asked for sends a sharp thrill through me.

Aiden watches my face. “Still with me?”

“I’m deciding where I want you.”

“Take your time.”

I wrap my hand around him. He’s hot and heavy in my palm, so much thicker than he felt through his jeans. His stomach tightens when I stroke from base to tip.

“Paige.”

“You’re very demanding for a man telling me to take my time.”

He catches my face and kisses me, then strips off my shorts and underwear. My sports bra follows. His hands move over my breasts, my waist, and my hips with an eagerness that wasn’t there at the lake.

He cups one breast and drags his thumb over my nipple. “I’ve been thinking about getting my hands on these since you took off your shirt.”

“You took your time.”

“I had three miles to reconsider every decent impulse I’ve ever had.”

His mouth closes over my nipple, and the wet pull of his tongue makes my fingers tighten in his hair.

“Condom,” I gasp.

“Front pocket of my pack.”

“You packed condoms for a hike?”

“You told me what you wanted. I listened.”

I slip into the hall, retrieve one, and return to push him onto the bed. His attention sharpens as I tear the wrapper and roll the condom down his length.

“Come here, sweetheart.”

I climb over him and straddle his hips. His hands settle on my thighs without directing me. I chose this position because it gives me control. Now that he’s beneath me, naked and waiting, everything feels far more real than it did when I described it at the lake.

He slides one hand between my legs and strokes through my wetness.

I rock against his fingers. “I’m ready.”

“I know.” He circles my clit once more. “I want you so wet that taking me feels good.”

“It already does.”

His eyes move between my legs. “Then put me inside you.”

I grip his cock and guide him to me. The first press stretches more than his fingers did. I lower myself another inch, trying to keep my breathing even.