Sinful Like Us (Like Us, #5)

by Krista Ritchie

“You owe me nothing for what I did. If you’d rather not be touched, I’d rather not touch you, Jane.” I love him. It chokes me. It throttles me. I don’t want it but I want it, and that is my tragedy. He adds, “I’m going to match whatever pace you set.” I breathe in. “What if I pull you at a million different speeds? What if I slow and speed and stop and speed and slow? Are you prepared to grow exhausted of me?” My eyes burn. Thatcher doesn’t recoil. “I’m prepared to be with you at every speed, and there’s no way you’ll exhaust me.” I arch my brows. “How can you be so sure?” He is all confidence and man. “Because I don’t tire that easily.” I exhale, face flushed, and I rest my shoulders on the limo door. We hold each other’s gaze for some time, and I try to squash some of my insecurities. I smooth my lips together, and then I say, “You keep me on my toes too, you know. Quite literally.”

I love this man soooo fucking much.