Page 121 of That Rush

The new angle sends a fresh wave of pleasure through me with every measured thrust. I hold his gaze while our bodies move together without teasing or urgency. He kisses me between breaths, his hand roaming my back.

“You feel so good,” he says. “So fucking good wrapped around me.”

I slide my hand between our bodies.

His gaze drops as my fingers find my clit.

“Show me,” he says.

I circle myself while he keeps the same deep rhythm. I know what I need, and I trust him enough to take it while he watches.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice thick. “You know your body now.”

“You helped.”

“You paid attention.”

“So did you.”

He meets my eyes. “I pay attention to everything about you.”

The honesty in his voice closes the last inch of distance between us.

I pull him closer until his forehead rests against mine. “Stay right here.”

“I’m here.”

His thrusts deepen. My fingers move faster, and my breath starts to hitch.

“Aiden.”

“I feel it.” His arm locks around me. “Let go.”

The orgasm builds slowly, then shatters through me. I cry out against his mouth as my body clenches around him.

Aiden holds my gaze through it.

I grip the back of his neck. “Come with me.”

His control breaks.

He drives into me once more and comes with my name on his lips, holding me close when neither of us is ready to move.

Aiden kisses my forehead and cheek, disposes of the condom, and returns before the room can cool my skin.

I curl against his chest. His arm circles my waist, and his hand rests over my stomach.

“Did I improve your Friday?” he asks.

“Marginally.”

“Liar.”

I smile against his skin. “You can do this again next week.”

His arm tightens.

The music has stopped. The cabin is quiet except for Aiden’s breathing and the faint creak of the house settling around us. Josie sleeps safely down the hall. My cabin has always been where I return to myself, and curled against Aiden, I still feel completely like me.