Page 69 of Jessica's Hero

I lift my head from the apex of her thighs. “What, sweetheart?”

“I never imagined. That not being able to see or touch you could feel like this.” Her cheeks flush a pretty pink. “Everything feels more…”

“Intense?”

“Yes…” She trails off, her head falling back against the pillow as I pull my fingers out and plunge them deep again. “Oh, Kane. This is…”

“Perfect,” I murmur, then dip my mouth to her silken warmth. “You’re perfect, Jess. Every inch of you.”

“No. You…” Jess pauses. Sucks in a breath. “I can picture you. So handsome. Sexy. Your muscles flexing as you hold yourself up. Your hair all tousled and thatlookin your eyes.”

“What look?”

The flush on her cheeks deepens, but she says, “That hungry look. Like you can’t wait to be with me.”

“Ah, Jess. Ican’twait to be with you. Every time.”

“Then…” She stops. Her legs fall open. “Can you? Not just with your fingers. But all of you.”

“I love it when you tell me what you want,” I say. My voice is practically a growl. Need surges through me, demanding everything.

Jess writhes beneath me, caught in a hurricane of sensations. “I want you,” she breathes. “Will you, Kane? Ilove feeling you touch me, but when you’re inside me… it’s… I can’t explain it. It’s beyond words.”

Fuck.

All my plans for hours of foreplay fall away in an instant.

How can I consider anything but giving Jess what she wants?

“Okay, sweetheart.” I move so I’m notched at her center, my erection prodding at her slick, velvety skin. “I was going to make you come a few times first, but if this is?—”

“Yes.” Her legs fall open. “Yes, Kane. I want you inside me. Now.”

My breath stalls.

On an exhale, I tell her, “I think that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Jess’s lips curve into a shyly satisfied smile. “Good.”

I capture her lips once again, catching a hint of wine from earlier tonight mixed with the indescribable, addictive taste of Jess’s excitement. Framing her jaw, I tilt her head back to take the kiss even deeper. A low moan rumbles up from the back of her throat.

Then I sink into her in one smooth thrust.

Her muscles convulse around me.

Jess makes the most incredible sound—half moan, half whimper—as she wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me even deeper.

“You feel so good,” she whispers. “Like you’re made for me.”

My heart slams against my chest. Expands until I’m breathless.

“I know,” I tell her. “I feel the same way.”

And then I show her how much of a perfect fit we are.

Our bodies crashing together in a frenzy of need. My hands all over Jess’s body; caressing. Treasuring. Memorizing the feel of each perfect detail.

First slowly, then faster, I plunge into her tight heat.