Tangled Like Us (Like Us, #4)

by Krista Ritchie

“I have you.” His words are firm.

“Easy,” Thatcher says, very serious, and he leans back down, kissing the outside of my lips. He studies me for another beat and rubs my clit.

and I fixate on how I’m lying on a beautiful bed, and my legs are spread around my handsome bodyguard, and his cock is sliding in me.

I greedily and selfishly wish this could happen again. Possibly forever.

I push past those thoughts and enjoy this moment with Thatcher for all its worth, and to me, it’s worth a lot. He is risking so much, and I don’t take that for granted.

He is just in me, and I contract around him. My head lolls back, my body arching. Sensations pummeling me like waves crashing to shore.

He puts his hand to my heart that speeds out of control.

body. I angle my head and I watch his cock disappear in me—oh my…

I’m sweaty and my heart is beating rapidly out of my body again, but still, I desperately want his lips against mine.

Like he understands every inch of me is a tender hotspot.

Every thrust is long and deep and makes a loud screech on the rickety, iron bed, and with each push forward inside of me, the headboard naturally knocks into the wall.

He empties himself in me, and with a few more pumps, he ekes out his pleasure. And then both of us start to come down with heavy breaths.