Sinful Like Us (Like Us, #5)

by Krista Ritchie

“We’re still kerosene.” Flammable. Combustible. I smile. “Sounds disastrously right.”

“I need you. I need you like the air I breathe, and I want you like ground beneath my feet. I’m not afraid—I’m not afraid, not even a little. You are the man who has respected all of who I am and protected every little piece of me.”