Page 163 of Tangled Like Us
She speaks against my large palm. I lift my hand just a bit to hear. “Thatcher. Deeper,deeper.” I cover her mouth again as she cries in ecstasy.
My nose flares, arousal pummeling me. I could watch her come for eternity.
I’m not all the way in yet. I hoist her leg higher, hooking my arm underneath her knee. And I shift slightly.
Deeper.I go deeper.
And deeper.
Christ.My muscles contract, my nerves lit, and I reach a place inside Jane that causes her back to bow, toes to curl. Eyes to roll. I split my fingers apart on her mouth, afraid she’s not going to fucking breathe.
I hold her tighter and push into this spot in deep, slow strokes. Hitting this sensitive area in hypnotic succession. She’s almost completely gone.
I’m hanging on to a throttling edge.
Sweat drips down my temples, and tendons pull taut in my neck. Thrusting,thrusting, bringing her further into a mind-altering, levitating climax.
And then cats scratch at the door. Wanting in her room. Meowing incessantly—and I hear footsteps and creaking stairs. All while I’m fucking Jane.
Goddammit.
I turn my head and hawk-eye the door. The footsteps stop on the second-floor landing.Too early.This is why I usually sneak here later in the night. When everyone is already asleep or in their rooms.
I distinguish Maximoff’s voice. Hushed, his words inaudible. He must be speaking to her cats.
Right now, Jane is in another realm. Out of it, and I stop moving inside of her. But I don’t pull out.
A fist lightly raps the door. “Janie,” Maximoff calls, concern hardening his voice. “You want me to let them in your room? They’re all here, except for Toodles.”
I slide my hand off her mouth and cup her cheek. Her eyelids are fluttering, coming down from a fucking tidal wave. “Honey,” I whisper against her ear. “Jane. You need to respond to him. Breathe, breathe.”
She inhales a lung full, blinking repeatedly.
Almost there.
If Maximoff senses something’s wrong, he’ll smash down the door. Especially tonight when a break-in has already happened.
He knocks harder. “Janie, are you okay?”
She swallows a pant and turns her head. “Yuh…yes,yes.”
“You want me to let them in?”
“I…” Confusion bunches her brows.
She didn’t hear him ask. I mouth,your cats.
Realization bathes her face, but she’s too late to reply. Maximoff is worried, and the knob jiggles as he tries to come in. “You locked your door? If you’re scared, I can sleep in your room tonight.”
“No.” Her voice spikes, and she takes a breath to level the tone, then looks at the door while she speaks. “I’m fine, really. I’m actually having…personal time.” Her eyes flit to me. “And I’d rather my cats not watch.”
“Sorry,” Maximoff says fast. “Text me if you’re afraid later on.” He speaks in French, and I think he’s saying goodnight.
She replies back in the same language. Footsteps drift, and he manages to lead the cats away from the door.
Too close.
Other things are taking precedence than talking about that near-encounter. Jane stares down at my cock that’s disappeared between her legs.
