Page 52 of Jessica's Hero

From the heat building in her gaze, I think it is. But I still want to make absolutely sure this is okay, so I ask, “Do you like this? Me holding your wrists like this?”

On a heavy exhale, she breathes, “Yes. I like it a lot.”

Ah, shit.

How the fuck am I going to last when I already feel like I’m balanced at the edge of a cliff? When one grazed finger, one brush of her lips could send me flying right off it?

But I have to last. I have to make this perfect for Jess. I don’t want her to experience one second of discomfort, of insecurity, of any doubt that she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.

So I focus on her. Tamp down the sensations rushing through my body. I kiss Jess all over, from her breasts to her stomach. I kiss the scars on her neck and jaw, giving special attention to the marks that prove she survived.

Then I work my way lower, to the apex of her thighs. I lap at her satiny hot skin, tasting the heady flavor of her excitement. I plunge my fingers inside her, first one, then two, stretching her so she’ll be ready for me. I close my lips around her sensitive bundle of nerves and suck hard, feeling her hips jerking beneath me as she gets closer.

Jess moans as I curve my fingers inside her, hitting that soft spot that I hope will drive her wild. “Kane, oh?—”

She reaches for me again, but this time I stop her. I hold her wrists in my hand, marveling at how fragile and delicate they feel. How soft. How perfect.

Shit. It’s all perfect.

“Kane, oh please,” Jess whimpers. “I need…”

I lift my head from between her thighs. “What, sweetheart?”

“I know you’re in control. And I like it. But… I really want to feel you inside me. Not just your fingers. But all of you. Hard. Thick. Filling me.”

“Jess,” I groan. “Fuck. Hearing you say that…”

“Is it okay?” Worry flickers in her eyes. “I told you, it’s been a long?—”

“It’s more than okay. It’s so damn sexy I’m trying not to finish right now.”

“Oh.” A smile curves her lips. “That’s okay, then.”

Just as I’m notching myself at her center, common sense comes crashing in. “Shit.”

“What?”

“Protection. I need to get something. My wallet. In my pants. I need?—”

“Or you could just… I’m on birth control. And I’ve been tested.”

Wet heat slicks my erection. “Are you sure? I mean, I’m negative, too. I get tested for work, just to be safe. But it’s a lot, Jess. And I don’t mind getting something.”

Jess stares at me, a depth of emotion in her gaze. “I’m sure,” she whispers. “I trust you.”

Ah, fuck.

Maybe it’snottoo soon.

Maybe time doesn’t matter when you meet the right person.

As I slowly sink deep inside her, my heart agrees.

This is more than sex.

More than a simple physical connection.

It feels like coming home.