Page 131 of Sinful Like Us
My eyes scald. “Because I love youcompletely, Jane, and I want and need you during the worst and best moments of my life.”
Her voice is a whisper. “You don’t have to placate me.”
“What I said is true.” I fight emotion that fists my lungs. “I fuckingneedyou, honey. I’d be going out of my mind with guilt if I couldn’t turn to you. So many times I’ve thought about you, and you’ve made me feel good about myself.” I stop there, a rock lodged in my throat.
She has a hand to her mouth, overwhelmed.
Processing.
“I…” She swallows. “I’m still scared.”
I nod.
I gave her no reason not to be. Because I can’t fix this. A quiet moment passes. I’m unsure of where she’s mentally at.
“Can I touch you?” I ask.
“Yes.” She doesn’t hesitate.
I bridge the distance, my knee on the seat between her split thighs, and my other foot on the ground. I brace my hand to the door behind her shoulder.
Her breastbone rises and falls while I hover over her body. My right hand encases her face, my lips ghosting her lips as I whisper, “All I can promise is that I will love you and respect you, Jane. And I willneverabuse your love or take advantage of what you offer me.”
Her tears wet my hand, and my eyes sear raw. She clutches my shirt with two fists. Slowly drawing me closer. We stare into each other. Frostbitten air trying to seep into the backseat, but together, we’re too volcanic to turn cold.
And we erupt.
Our lips meld in sensual, emotional force, and I hold her against my body while we dive deeper. My tongue slides against hers, warmth blazing me from inside out. She clenches her thighs around my waist, her fingers curling strands of my hair.
We’re tethered by something unexplainable, and I can’t let go.
Muscles coiled in taut bands, I’m on fire. I suck the nape of her neck, and her head tilts back, a high-pitched noise breaching her lips. She returns to kiss me like she can’t consume me fast enough, and we slow in heady, mind-spinning strokes. Our touch drawn out.
Magma.
I guide her back to the seat so she’s lying down beneath me, and we kiss and grind and with my forehead pressed to hers, she chokes out, “I want you back.”
Light explodes inside my chest. Fucking disorienting me, and with no doubt, I say, “You have me.”
Our hands touch every single inch of each other, eradicating the cold, and we live inside a fire-born passion that grows and grows.
The next minutes are things made of soul and carnal flesh. Stripped naked, my erection is swollen, veins protruding and aching in primal need for Jane.
I slide two fingers against her pussy—God, she’s soaked.And she writhes and whimpers, “Please, now.Now.”
She clutches my waist while I cover my shaft with a condom, and I push into her heat that wraps tight around me.
Fucking. My head spins, and I thrust and lift her by the hips so we’re at a perfect angle with my height—and she pulses.
“Thatcher,” Jane cries. “Thatcher, harder.Harder, please.”
Sweat glistens our skin, and I rock at a rougher, deeper pace that pushes me to a sensitive spot in her body.Holy.
Fuck.I grip the door handle, then her thigh, keeping her leg higher on my waist. “Jane,” I grunt. “Fuckfuck.”
Her mouth is broken open in overflowing arousal, and her soft, aching noises prick my veins and twitch my cock inside her.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yesyesyes.” Tears crease her eyes.
