Page 223 of That Rush

“Take off the rest and get on the rug.”

Aiden obeys.

Seeing him kneel naked in front of the fireplace, waiting for me, sends a sharp thrill straight through my body. He trusts me to tell him what I want. More importantly, he’s finally learned that listening doesn’t make him less certain or less in control.

I strip beneath his stare and carry my clothes to the window seat instead of dropping them across my new floor.

A slow smile touches his mouth. “Already protecting the room?”

“I have standards.”

“Come here and let me test them.”

I join him on the rug and place one hand on his shoulder.

“Behind me.”

His mouth parts.

I lower myself onto my hands and knees. Aiden settles close enough that his thighs brush mine, but he still doesn’t touch me.

“Paige.”

“What?”

“If you keep making me wait, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.”

I glance back at him. “I’ll take that risk.”

“Of course you will.”

“Touch me.”

His palms move from my shoulders down my back, slow and firm, before closing around my hips. He bends over me and kisses between my shoulder blades. His chest presses against my back as one hand slides between my thighs.

“You’re soaked.”

“You being naked helped.”

He drags two fingers through my wetness, then circles my clit.

I push back into his hand. “More pressure.”

He gives it to me, rubbing firm circles that make my arms weaken. Pleasure gathers quickly after nearly two weeks of imagining his hands. I reach down and cover his fingers with mine, guiding him until he has the rhythm exactly right.

Aiden’s mouth brushes my shoulder. “Like that?”

“Yes.”

His fingers move faster.

My head drops between my arms. “God, I missed your hands.”

“I missed touching you.” He slips two fingers inside me, curling them as his thumb works my clit. “I missed knowing exactly what makes this pussy clench.”

I rock against his hand.

“That,” he says. “I fucking missed that.”