Tangled Like Us (Like Us, #4)

by Krista Ritchie

He’s on top of me, his six-foot-seven stature swathing me, and my legs stay stretched around him.

He’s this protective force, and the way his body shields mine, I feel like I can come unraveled underneath him and he’d safeguard each and every moan. Each shudder.

Each one blazes my nerves and wells an aching pressure, craving for harder entry. Oh God. Oh God. I’m so very wet, and we’ve only just begun.

“Tell me how you want it.” His voice is even louder than mine. He’s excelling at this.

Which will lead to the loudest, most mind-blistering orgasm this bedroom has ever heard or seen.

Thatcher grabs at my collar with two hands and like the fabric is made of paper, he tears my shirt into two pieces.

I think my heart just came, if hearts could cum. Mine just did.

and I stare at him like he just went down on me and delivered a gold-star performance.

I want to follow where he goes. To see his large, callused hand on my bare skin…on my clit—I wish. I ache. He’s not there. He can’t be there. I wish.

Sweat beads on my skin, his tongue and mouth more experienced than I even imagined. And I imagined quite…a lot. I gasp and tremble as he sucks on sensitive flesh.

I arch into Thatcher, a sound strangled in my throat. But it’s not a moan.

“Louder,” he grunts. I watch how his muscles envelope me. Protect me...

His hardness bears against my heat. Pants, they’re still on. I’ve never wanted to be naked so dre...

He unbuttons my jeans. He unzips me. “Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, please, please.”

He kisses me like he’s dying to taste my words and need, and then he whispers against my mouth, “Change of plans.”

Our eyes say the same exact thing. We need mor...

“I’m eating out your pussy.”

His knee meets the floor, and he kisses my inner-thigh, his warm breath electrifying nerve-endings. His mouth ascends to my heat.

His mouth knows exactly what parts of me crave touch and his skill—and a shockwave zips through my veins.

I try to keep them open. To watch in case this only ever happens once.

I’m soaked against his palm that still cups me. It’s as though he’s protecting my clit, knowing it’s too swollen to toy with again just yet.

And I feel like I’ve been with boys in contrast. No one could satisfy me this quickly or without copious amount of direction. Which isn’t bad, per se, just different. But I think I prefer this.

I prefer an experienced man. I...

“You’re very…knowledgeable…” He holds my gaze in the hottest vice. “I love your pussy.” ...

I grip his wrist, keeping his finger inside of me. He slips another in.

Letting me see how his fingers are deep inside of me.

I lift my gaze to him. There is so much more that I desire. So much closer I wish and ache to be. He wears a similar longing expression. We’ve ripped through restraints, but a giant one still remains intact.

“Jane.” His chest is taut in need. “I want to put...

“I want you to.” Thatcher has a choice to make, and he does. “Fuck it.” He eyes me st...

I’ve never loved five words more than those. I release my c...

Thatcher towers above me, but I’m at a perfect angle to give him head. I also really, really want to grab his ass.

Dark gray boxer-briefs mold his hard length that is…impressive. The longer I stare, the more my mouth slowly falls. I can feel him watching me like I just watched him.

and I slip my palms down the back of his boxer-briefs. Squeezing his peach-perfect ass with two hands. “I love your bu...

Light reaches his brown eyes. He expels breath through his nose, pent-up. I can clearly see how badly....

Most people find my constant chatter grating after a while, but he makes me feel so very desired. And...

He is huge. My jaw is now on the floor. I think my prior estimations were off. I think he may be more than eight-inches. That is about to be inside of me. I ache for more intense pressure.

He brushes my sweaty hair off my cheeks, and we lock-eyes while I suck his tip.

I want to explore him too. Intrigue floods my eyes. I rub him up and down with a tight grip, and with my other hand I press two knuckles against his taint and knead gently.

He obviously feels where I’m going, and as Thatcher catches my eyes, he nods me onward. He even says, “Go ahead.” Have I found my perfect match?

He clutches my chin, and he guides his shaft between my lips.

I suck his cock. Not able to take all of him, but a guttural noise tears through his lungs. His jaw tenses, and he blinks, his eyes aching to roll.

“We have to be louder.” He holds my gaze. “I need to be inside you, Jane.”

He’s already sliding my panties down my legs. Freeing us of the last article of clothing.

In seconds, he returns to the bed with a condom. Standing in view, letting me see, he rips the package open, and he sheaths himself with one hand.

My eyes have grown. That will be a mental image engrained in my head for blissful eternity.

He’s not in me yet, but while I’m lying on the bed, he sits up and tucks a pillow beneath my lower back.

“I’m big, so I’m going to go slow at first. Try not to move that much when we start. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m curious. How do you know I haven’t…taken something as big as you before?” “The way you were staring at my cock said you haven’t.”

I smile softly. He can read me so well. But that is known.

he finds my hand on the champagne comforter and laces our fingers.