Page 70 of Jessica's Hero

Electricity sparks all through my body. Every touch, every thrust, urging me closer to ecstasy.

It would be so easy to finish, balanced on the precipice like this. But I’ll never, ever finish first. No matter how desperately my body wants me to.

Instead, I focus on Jess. On the flush across her heaving breasts. On her slightly parted lips. On the whimpers that keep escaping from them. On her beautiful face. On those rosy nipples that practically call to me to take them into my mouth.

And I focus on how she feels around me. The glide of her walls against my sensitized skin. The way she squeezes her inner muscles just so, having figured out just how much I like it.

I can feel her getting close, so I increase my speed. Plunging deep, bottoming out with each stroke, lifting her hips so I can hitthat spotI know drives her wild.

“Kane,” she groans. “I’m so close.”

“Good.” I kiss her again. “Come for me, then.”

Then I reach between us and flick her swollen bud.

I pull nearly out before slamming back home again.

Jess makes a keening sound as she flies into space. Her hands fist. Her inner walls clamp tightly around me. Her mouth falls into a little O of ecstasy.

And that’s all it takes.

Permission granted.

With one more stroke, I bury myself to the hilt, my seed pulsing hot as it fills her.

And with it, an image of Jess carrying our child.

Could we? Would she?

Is it too soon to be considering such things?

Then again, who’s the timekeeper? Who’s to dictate when? Some vague concept cobbled together from books and movies and things some of my single friends have said?

Or should I listen to my heart? My heart that’s yelling,She’s the one!

My heart that knows the truth even when my brain hasn’t wanted to admit it.

Still joined, I carefully reach up to untie the scarves around Jess’s wrists. Then I slide the blindfold off her head, meeting golden green eyes still glazed with desire.

She blinks at me before a satisfied smile appears. “That was…”

“Perfect?”

Her smile widens. “Yes. Perfect.” A beat, and then, “I really liked the blindfold.”

Though it would seem impossible, I feel myself twitch inside her.

“Again?” she asks with a laugh.

“Soon.” Reluctantly, I pull away, missing Jess the moment our connection breaks. “First, let me get a washcloth. And then I have something else for you.”

“Something else? You mean more sex?”

“No,” I call over my shoulder as I hurry to the bathroom. “Well. Yes. But after.”

Once I get Jess cleaned up, I grab a few extra pillows and tuck them behind her back, then pull the covers up toher waist. Her breasts have tiny marks from my kisses, and I graze my fingers across one of them. “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to?—”

Her hand covers mine. “No. I like them. Whenever I see them it reminds me. And…” Jess blushes. “It feels like you marked me. Like I’m yours. Maybe that’s not what an independent woman is supposed to say…”