Rachel gasped when he pinched her, fingers digging into his arms and looking down at him. All she could do is nod when he spoke, unable to reply with anything other than a soft moan and the grind of her hips. He wanted more? She could do that, she wanted that, to get lost again, to reduce her focus to just the feeling of their bodies against each other.

She could feel the ache in her body intensify, hips shifting faster, grinding harder against him. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of her made her shudder against him, falling forward to brace herself on the bed again. "Aidan," she whispered hoarsely, unable to say anything else in her pleasure.