Page 85 of That Rush

“You want it in your mouth?”

Paige gives me another low, deliberate hum.

Every muscle in my body pulls tight.

“Then look at me.”

Her eyes stay on mine as she works her mouth over my cock. The sight of her lips stretched around me destroys the last of my control.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m coming.”

My orgasm hits hard. Her name leaves me in a broken groan as I come in her mouth. Paige keeps her lips sealed around my cock, taking every pulse while her hand continues its slow stroke at the base.

She swallows, and my hips jerk beneath her.

“Jesus Christ.”

When she finally releases me, I drag her up my body and kiss her. She laughs against my mouth, so pleased with herself that I want to turn her beneath me and spend the rest of the morning returning the favor.

Every instinct I have wants to take over, but I keep the kiss slow. She told me she’s sore, and I’m not going to let my need decide what her body can take.

Paige brushes her thumb across my jaw. “There it is.”

“What?”

“Proof.”

“Of what?”

Her smile turns smug. “That I can make Aiden Slade come so hard he forgets how to talk.”

“I said your name.”

“Eventually.”

By the time I follow Paige into the kitchen, she has pulled on sleep shorts and a faded library sweatshirt, and coffee is working its way through the machine.

I am clean after the shower, but my clothes are wrinkled from leaving them on her floor.

Paige looks me over as she hands me a mug. “You appear slightly less scandalous dressed.”

“Disappointed?”

“I said slightly.”

I take a drink. “You make good coffee.”

“I pressed one button.”

I take another sip, watching her. “Still. I like how you get things done.”

“Careful, rancher. That kind of talk gets a person assigned to breakfast duty.”

I open her refrigerator. “Already doing it.”

She leans against the counter while I pull out eggs, butter, and a carton of strawberries. “You’re making yourself comfortable in my kitchen.”

“I know where you keep the pans.”