Page 42 of Something Tangled Something True (Rosa Ranch #1)

“TAKE WHAT YOU NEED, SWEETHEART.”

The way we fell asleep last night is certainly not the way we’re waking up.

A bird chirps loudly outside the window, and the heat already radiating from the window over my head tells me we’ve slept in. A lot.

Lola’s lying on her side, now mostly hidden under the covers, nothing but a few dark curls hanging out from the top, her bonnet somewhere beneath the covers with all the tossing and turning she does in her sleep. As to how she’s breathing, I’m not sure.

None of that is the problem though.

It’s what’s between my legs, and now hers , that’s going to be an issue.

Somehow, she went from lying on top of me, over my comforter, to having herself plastered to my front, lying on our sides.

My dick is hard as a rock. I’m taking short, shallow breaths, allowing the absolute bare minimum oxygen into my lungs out of fear of waking her. With every breath she takes, that sweet spot between her legs rubs against my shaft a little more.

When she starts to wriggle awake, my cock pulses, and a loud groan escapes me.

I feel her body stiffen immediately, but instead of staying put, she does the opposite.

Lola shifts again, this time arching into me, and I swear to God, this must be punishment for every wrongdoing I’ve ever committed.

I need to stop this, but she feels so fucking good.

Bracing my hand on her hip, I try to slide away from her, but she looks over her shoulder at me. The fact that she’s awake and not just following some completely physiologic response as she sleeps is baffling.

“Ry,” she whispers. “Is this okay?”

“God, yes,” I moan, holding her against me now. Her shoulder blades are flush with my chest, my cock burrowed so deeply between her thick thighs, I swear it feels like I’m already inside her.

I hear a scraping sound by the door and peer over her shoulder, finding Nugget glaring at us before excusing himself.

Good riddance, Nuggs.

This is every fantasy I’ve ever had finally coming true, and I’d rather not share the moment with any innocent eyes.

She rocks her hips against me, keeping a steady rhythm as I do abso-fucking-lutely nothing. I can’t move or I’ll lose my mind.

I haven’t slept with anyone in so long, and nothing has ever felt as good as this .

As her .

“Ryder,” she moans, her dark eyes still locked on mine. “I need more,” she rasps, and if I thought I was hard before, I’m a fucking steel pipe now.

Another groan leaves me, and I have to clench my eyes shut to tamp down my breathing. With Lola here, watching me with lust-filled eyes, there’s not enough oxygen in the world that could satisfy my lungs.

When I finally uncover my eyes, she’s wearing this needy expression that undoes me. I pull myself out from behind her, and her brows pinch on a gasp as I roll over onto my back.

This needs to be her decision, not mine. “Take what you need, sweetheart,” I tell her, nodding to my lap.