Page 162 of Tangled Like Us

I have to ask her. “What was the worst part?”

Her eyes immediately flood. “The feeling. So painfully invasive. The break-in tonight reminded me of it.” She motions to her body. “My skin crawling and an eeriness lingering around me, and the only thing that seems to make me feel better are people I love.”

She pauses on that.

And then speaks even faster. “And he wasn’t just a stranger. He was someone Itrustedwith everything in me, and I let him in.I let him in.” Her face twists in pain, chin trembling—tears dripping down her cheeks.

Instantly, I hug her against my body. Strongly. Protecting this girl with everything inside of me, giving her all that I fucking have.

My hand on the back of her head, she cries into my chest, “I had sex with him.” Her whole body shudders in a sob. “I never told anyone, the night where he came over—we had sex before he destroyed Moffy’s room.”

Something wrenches my stomach. Pain.

Rage.

Guilt.

And what I feel for her—it’s suffocating. I press a kiss to her temple, and I whisper, “He’s never going to hurt you again.”

There is no way in hell I’ll ever let him near her.

* * *

I finally unclip my radio.Just got word that Nate doesn’t have a substantial alibi. I’ve been ordered to keep him on my radar. Regardless if he was a part of tonight’s break-in or not, he’ll always be in my line of sight.

Jane and I are quiet in the next hour.We have to be.

Wax-dripping candles lit on the vanity, firelight flickering. Our shadows dance along the walls while our hands travel. While we undress one another, while our lips skim, and I have her bare and soaked beneath me.

Coated in sweat, I support my weight on my forearm, my other hand between her legs—and I kiss her strongly, each one welding our bodies. Our tongues tangling, and I feel her explore my build like we’re on day one.

All heat. All visceral desire torching us in the night.

My muscles tighten as she grinds up into me. Our movements are somehow slow and scorching but combustible and urgent. I pulse my fingers inside her tight warmth.

Pleasure tremors her limbs, and she tries to shelter a gasp. “Oh…God.”

“Softer,” I whisper against her lips. My cock is begging to fill Jane. Throbbing. Blood blistering.

She bucks upward again.

Fuck.I stifle a guttural groan. Gritting down. My muscles tighten while her heat clenches. She’s been riding more than one orgasm to shore, and I need in.

I break apart her legs even more. Spreading her open so I can thrust inside her pussy. Her head falls back in a whimper. “Yes.” She grips my hair with eager fingers.

I run my hand along the softness of her thigh, and we stare deeper,deeperand my mouth moves to her ear.

“Jane,” I breathe. “I’m going to push into you. Tell me if you’re not ready.”

“I’m ready, please.Please,” she pants, squirming beneath me in want.

I grip my rock-hard erection, veins bulged with hot need. We keep our eyes on each other as I carefully slide into her heat. Watching her reaction.

Her lips break apart in a short gasp. She clutches my ass with two hands—and I begin to add friction. Rocking between her legs, the pressure around my cock is fucking heaven on Earth.

Involuntary high-pitched sounds erupt out of Jane—I muffle the noise with my hand, covering her mouth.

Her back is already arching.