Page 57 of That Rush

“Come here,” I say.

“That isn’t an answer.”

“Bossy.”

“Still waiting.”

I release his shirt and reach for his hand. His fingers close around mine automatically, but he lets me decide where they go.

I place his palm on my bare thigh.

“Touch me.”

His gaze lifts to mine. “Where?”

“Here.” I guide his hand higher until his fingertips rest beneath the hem of my shorts. “Then wherever I tell you next.”

A muscle in his jaw clenches, and the calm disappears from his eyes.

Aiden lowers himself over me, one knee settling between mine. His hand stays exactly where I put it while his mouth brushes mine.

“You know how to make me stop.”

“I know.” I slide my fingers into his hair and pull him closer. “I don’t want you to stop.”

He kisses me slowly, denying me the frantic pressure from a minute ago. I chase his mouth when he retreats, and the quiet sound he makes sends satisfaction through me.

Then his hand moves.

His palm glides along my inner thigh, rough against skin that has become painfully sensitive. I part my legs before he asks. The easy compliance should bother me. Instead, it feels like another choice I get to make.

Aiden’s thumb traces the edge of my shorts.

I suck in a breath.

He does it again, watching my face while his fingertips slip beneath the denim. A dizzying heat floods my stomach, and my hips lift from the sofa.

His hand stills.

“What?” I ask.

“You felt that.”

“It would be concerning if I didn’t.”

“That’s not it.”

His thumb slides higher and presses against my clit through the damp cotton.

Pleasure strikes hard enough that a gasp tears from my throat. My entire body tightens beneath him, startled by the intensity of one deliberate touch.

Aiden’s eyes sharpen, and I know he sees the surprise I can’t hide. It’s one thing to read about this or imagine it. It’s another to feel him touch me exactly where I need it and have my body respond like it has been waiting for him.

“You didn’t expect that,” he says.

I grip his wrist before he can mistake surprise for hesitation, holding his hand exactly where I asked him to put it.

“I knew what I wanted,” I tell him. “I didn’t know it would feel like that.”