Page 107 of Tangled Like Us

Seeing and feeling her that unraveled and lit up took me to a mind-splitting, earth-tilting un-fucking-believable level.

Jane tips her head in thought. “Did you go all the way in? You felt deep and I felt entirely full, but it wasn’t that painful.”

I swig my water. “I was trying not to hit your cervix.” I cap the bottle and set it on the nightstand. “I pushed all the way in only a few times.”

Realization causes her lips to rise, and she can’t suppress the smile. “The nearly-blackout orgasm that I had, that was a posterior fornix orgasm.” She knows sex and her body well, and it’s flat-out attractive.

“Yeah.” I hold her gaze. “I pushed my cock behind your cervix.” My blood heats up as her breath comes out shallow. Either facts turn Jane on or me saying a bunch of facts does.

She clears her throat and untwists the towel around her hair. Damp wavy strands cascade down her bare shoulders. “I’ve never reached that orgasm with a man before. Always just myself. Same with the A-spot, which is…” Her voice tapers off as curiosity glimmers her eyes. “Do you know what it is?”

I do.

Intimately.

I reach over the bed and take the damp towel out of her hand. “It’s where I push my cock towards your belly button.”In front of her cervix.

She looks enamored. “Yes please…I mean,yes.” She tries to sit up straighter. “Yes, you’re correct.”

Temperature cranks up. My muscles flexed, I go hang up all the damp towels on the bathroom door. But I can’t take my eyes off her.

Jane quickly fills the quiet. “These spots have always been terribly intense for me. In the best way.” She peels a wet strand of hair off her cheek. “I usually either have frequent orgasms that feel like crashing waves one after the other orintenseeye-rolling orgasms every few minutes—but rarely both of those types together.” She takes a short pause. “Until today, which is to say that I enjoyed this immensely. Really, all of it.”

I walk back to her. “I did too.” I take a seat on the mattress, facing Jane. Bed creaking beneath me. I glimpse at the notebook still on her lap.

Don’t nuke it, man.“So you don’t regret anything—”

“Not at all,” she interjects, eyes widened. “Do you—?”

“No.” I shake my head once.Say more.“Given the same choice, I’d do it all over again.”

She smiles, one that reddens her cheeks. “Me, as well.”

Good

This is good.We’re on the same page. But I watch her smile fade…and that is—that’s fucking bad.

My expression hardens. “Jane?” I glance to the notebook again.Just say it. “Something is wrong though. You usually don’t write equations unless you’re stressed.”

She’s about to answer, but my phone buzzes on the nightstand. Our heads turn towards the noise.

This is security, and her safety comes before everything. “Sorry.” I grab my cell. “Hold on.”

“No need to apologize,” she says sincerely. “Just let me know if it’s about my family.”

I read the text. “It’s not.”

Don’t open your blinds. A suitor is sitting in the B&B parking lot with a pair of binoculars directed at your window.– Oscar

Ever since Jane and I had the public kiss at the Acme, a lot of suitors have packed up and left her vicinity. But there are still stragglers who haven’t been deterred.

I’m concerned this is that rich gold-shitting prick. Sitting in his fucking Bugatti. Gavin Reece. I message Oscar back:target description?

And then I look back at Jane. “It’s about the outside perimeter.”

She eases more, not needing further details. Not unless there’s an immediate crisis.

Truth is, I don’t want to give her more detail on this fuckbag unless there’s greater reason to.