Page 188 of That Rush

“Yes. I want your hands everywhere. I want to see you. And when I tell you to slow down, I need you to remember I mean it.”

“I’ll remember.”

He sinks to one knee in front of me and unties my boots. The sight of him on his knees for me loosens something in my chest, warm and heavy.

He draws off one boot and then the other, his palms smoothing over my calves before he rises. I finish opening his shirt while he lifts mine over my head. My bra follows, and his gaze moves over me with open hunger.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Then touch me like you mean it.”

Aiden cups my breasts and strokes his thumbs over my nipples. The touch is gentle enough to make me ache for more. He lowers his head and draws one into his mouth, sucking slowly while his hand teases the other.

I thread my fingers through his hair. “You’re still wearing too many clothes.”

He lifts his head. “Fix it.”

I push his shirt from his shoulders and run my palms over his chest. His muscles tighten beneath my touch. I unfasten his belt, then stop with my fingers resting against the open waistband of his jeans.

“I love touching you,” I murmur.

His eyes hold mine. “I love when you do.”

I push his jeans and boxer briefs down his hips. He kicks them away, and I wrap my hand around his hard cock.

Aiden releases a rough breath. “Paige.”

“I like that sound too.”

“I’m going to make it hard for you to think of a comeback.”

“That seems unlikely.”

He kisses me as I stroke him. There is no rush in his mouth or his hands. He lets me feel the restraint in the careful pass of his tongue, in the slow drag of his palm down my back.

When he opens my pants, I step out of my pants and underwear. He guides me toward the bed until the backs of my knees touch the mattress, then waits.

“Lie down,” I tell him.

His eyebrows lift. “I thought you wanted me inside you.”

“I do. Eventually.”

Aiden stretches out on his back. I climb over him, settle beside him, and lean down to kiss his chest. My mouth traces the hard ridges of his stomach while my hand keeps moving over his cock.

His fingers slide into my hair without guiding me.

I stop above him. “You’re being very good.”

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

“I’m enjoying your restraint.”

“You enjoy testing it.”

“That too.”

I kiss the tip of his cock and feel his stomach contract, but I move back up his body before he can decide I have tested him enough.