Page 101 of Tangled Like Us

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I break from his lips and try to shimmy my top off. The long-sleeve shirt clings to me like a vice, and I fumble a little.

Thatcher assists, and together, we manage to free one of my elbows.

I’m absolutely stuck in this contraption.

My entire body thrums, just wanting more contact.

More thrusting.

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

“Just rip it,” I say, breathless.

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

Oh…

My…

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

I’m exposed in a lacy, purple bra, and I stare at him like he just went down on me and delivered a gold-star performance.

“Better?” Thatcher asks, studying my body with desire and protectiveness.

“Yes, much better,” I say with a nod. “Thank you.”

He helps me pull off the sleeves, and he tosses the torn shirt on the floor. Back to me, we kiss with unbridled passion.

His firm hand finds my thigh and explores my body in hot, hungered trails. Dizzying me.

We’re both insatiable, I realize.

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.

I run my hand across his hard, scruffy jaw, and then thread my fingers through his tousled brown hair. His lips reach the nape of my neck.

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.

It’s a whimper.

“Louder,” he grunts.

I watch how his muscles envelope me. Protect me. “Thatcher,” I moan.

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

I’m about to touch myself. In front of him.Is that out of bounds?Is that an overstep? “I need…”

He unbuttons my jeans. He unzips me.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes,please,please.”

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