Page 51 of Jessica's Hero
“Yes, what?” she asks as I carry her towards my bedroom.
“Yes to all of it. Yes to seeing your gorgeous body naked. Yes to kissing you all over. Yes to finally finding out how it feels to be inside you. I didn’t plan it this way, but shit, sweetheart. I want you more than I want to breathe.”
“Kane.” It’s strained. Needy. “I want you so badly.”
“Ah, sweetheart.” I stride into the bedroom and lay Jess on the bed. Then I just stand there, looking at her. Taking everything in. Seeing the trust she’s giving me and feeling so damn thankful for it. Seeing the pink on her cheeks and the desire in her gaze. Watching her breasts rise and fall with her breath, just like I imagined. “I want you, too.”
Jess stares at me, her attention roving from my obvious erection to my face and back again. She sucks her lip between her teeth, a little move I know she didn’t mean to be sexy but totally is. “Kane,” she says. “I really want you. But it’s been a long time. So… I’m a little out of practice.”
I start unbuttoning my shirt, loving the feel of her eyes on me. “That’s okay, sweetheart. We’ll go as slow as you like.”
“I’m not saying that I want to go slow.” Sitting up, she peels off her sweater and tosses it to the side, leaving her in only a lacy blue bra that shows off an expanse of creamy skin. A little birthmark peeks out from the lace on her left breast, and another trio of them form a sweet constellation above her bellybutton.
“What do you want?” I ask. “Just tell me. Anything youwant, I’ll do it. Fast. Slow. Missionary. You on top. Me from behind. Whatever makes you most comfortable.”
“Um.” The certainty in Jess’s eyes wavers. Then, in a quiet, almost tentative voice, she says, “I was hoping this time, you could… take charge?” The pink in her cheeks deepens, and it might be the freaking cutest thing I’ve ever seen. “I kind of like it when you’re bossy. It’s sexy.”
I freeze midway through wrestling off my pants. “You think I’mbossy?”
“Only a little. And it’s only because you care.”
“Shit, Jess.” I climb onto the bed and pull her into my arms. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m bossing you around. Yeah, I know I can get pushy. But if I’m making you do something you don’t want…”
“You’re not.” Jess nuzzles my neck. Her breath is a faint breeze on my skin. “I wouldn’t. But sometimes—okay, a lot of the time—I don’t do things because I’m scared. Scared of making people mad. Of being accused of looking for attention. Or losing the people I care about. But you… you help me find my courage. And… I like it.”
Oh.
My heart stutters.
Fuck.
I’m not supposed to be falling in love yet. It’s too soon. Love is supposed to be slow. A gradual build from friendship to more.
Isn’t it?
But if it is, then what’s this feeling in my chest?
I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Like the very presence of her makes it hard to breathe. Like my happiness hinges on hers.
Throat thick, I brace myself above Jess and brush mylips across hers. In a rough tone, I say, “If you like it when I’m bossy, I think I could oblige.”
“Kane.”Her eyes turn nearly black. “I would really like…”
But her words trail off as I take her nipple in my mouth, suckling at it through the lace. Instinctively, she thrusts her breast towards me and her head falls back, exposing the slender column of her neck.
Through heavy-lidded eyes, she watches me. Watches as I lave my tongue around one nipple, then the other. Watches as I kiss the birthmark partially hidden by that sexy blue lace. Watches as I kiss my way down her stomach and trace the constellation by her bellybutton.
“What do you want me”—she gasps as I roll her engorged nipple between my lips—“to do?”
Before I can answer, Jess reaches for me, wrapping her hand around me and stroking the sensitive skin.
Just the slightest touch of her fingers is enough to bring me close to the edge. Not because of how much time it’s been since I last had sex—though it’s been months, ever since I saw Jess at Halloween and couldn’t get her unstuck from my mind—but because it’sher. My Jess.
She wants me to take control?
ThatI can do.
First, I peel her remaining clothes off, kissing each inch of skin as it’s revealed. Then I take her wrists and gently hold them above her head, pausing to check her expression to make sure it’s okay.
