Sinful Like Us (Like Us, #5)

by Krista Ritchie

She gags instantly. One more gag and she’s puking—she starts to. I cover her mouth with my hand. What I do for love and pussy. Jane has to force down vomit. Her blue eyes flit to me with relief and appreciation. She swallows. Her cheeks radiate heat against my hand, and I’m more in love with this girl today than I was yesterday. I didn’t think that was possible. She has five hearts left to eat. I kiss her temple, and it takes ten minutes for her to eat the next two. Three more to go. I wipe her watering eyes while her dirtied hands hover mid-air. And then her phone rings, and I eye her breasts. She stuffed her phone in her bra. Eating a mouthful, her eyes spark with panic and rest on me. Her brothers are going to have to deal. I reach down into her rainbow-hued blouse. My fingers brush against the soft flesh of her breasts, and volcanic tension bubbles between me and her—our eyes latched. Our breaths caught. And I pull out her cellphone on the fourth ring.