Page 95 of Sinful Like Us

She fixates on my movements that write a story of devotion. I step out of my slacks. I take off my boxer-briefs.

Naked.

Erect, and I slowly sink down to my knees, my hand running along the curve of her hip and thigh before I kneel on the floorboards.

Jane grasps my hair, her throat bobbing in arousal. “Thatcher.”

I roll down her pastel jeans, revealing her velvet blue panties, and I hike her soft leg over my shoulder.

She whimpers. “God.”

Fire blazes in my veins, and my nerves light with kerosene. I kiss the inside of her thigh, watching her eyes drink me in and cling to me and beg me—and love me.

I pull aside her panties.

“Wait, wait,” she pants.

I go still. “Jane—”

“Am I allowed to touch you? I have to be certain because you can’t get me off if I can’t get you off. Together, remember?”

I hold her gaze in a vice. “You can touch me all you want.” She might think I’m choosing sex over celibacy, but I’m choosingustonight and every fucking night hereafter.

I kiss her pussy, and her back arches in a soft cry.

Fuck.My cock stirs more. Hardens more. Pre-cum glistens on the swollen head. I pull her closer, my hand stroking her ass while I taste the most sensitive part of Jane.

She’s sweet, and her thighs vibrate as I lap my tongue over her clit.

“Thatcher,” she moans under her hitched breath. “God, yes.Please…more.”

My pulse sky-rockets, and skin-pricked heat builds sweat along my whole body. I watch her mouth break open with heady gasps.

The only time I pause is to reach over and grab a condom out of my bag. I tear the foil with my teeth and slide one on over my shaft.

“Yes,yes.” Her fingers tighten in my hair, and her head hits the wall. Eyes rolling back already. I could watch her come every minute, and I waste no time.

I kiss her heat before I rip her panties completely off, and she nods rapidly, hand to her forehead like her brain is spinning. I drop her leg and stand, and she claws hungrily at my body while our lips crash together.

I’m in another world with Jane.

And I never want to leave.

We devour one another, and I tear off her blouse, snap off her bra and throw it aside. Not a second after she’s bare, I clasp the backs of her thighs and hoist her up my body.

She gasps against my mouth, her legs weaving tightly and readily around my waist, and I can feel her heartpoundinglike we’re banging a drum together.

Candlelight flickers along her flushed face, and I bring her higher so our lips align. We share each inhale. Each exhale. Her body thrums against me.

Alive with ferocious energy.

“Please,” she breathes. “Thatcher.”

“Jane,” I groan.

We kiss in aggressive passion, our tongues tangled and lips stinging. Like we can’t be close enough, and deep isn’tdeepenough. I have her ass in my hands, and her palms track burning lines along my biceps.

I lower her just slightly down my body, until her hips are in line with mine. It breaks our mouths apart.