Page 67 of Jessica's Hero
Heat touches my cheeks, but I tell him the truth, anyway. “Yes. It’s really… hot. Like you can’t wait to get your hands on me.”
“Jess.” It’s low and husky. “Ican’twait to get my hands on you. And my mouth. And my tongue. And later, to feel your sweet heat wrapping around me. To hear those sexy sounds you make when you’re close. And the way you call my name… It’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever experienced.”
OH.
My panties—blue satin, one of the new pairs I bought just for Kane—go damp.
While my mind is still spinning with his words, Kane lays me on the mattress and places the blindfold beside me. Then he goes over to the nightstand and pulls several blue scarves from the top drawer. Looking more intense than I’ve ever seen him, he says, “Jess. I know this issomething different for you. And honestly, it’s new for me, too.”
“It is?” I can’t hide the surprise in my voice. A guy like Kane, who I know has dated plenty of women, finding something like this new?
“It is.” He perches on the edge of the bed and looks at me solemnly. “I’ve always liked the idea of it. Being with someone who trusts me enough to give me control. But there was never anyone… you’re the first woman I really wanted to trust me.”
Joy expands so quickly in my chest, I’m breathless from it. “I do. And yes, this is new for me. But I want it. The scarves. The blindfold. All of it.”
“Okay.” He kisses me before standing. “If you’re sure. Then let’s get on with your next birthday present.”
My core tightens in anticipation. “Okay.” As he sits me up and starts to take off my sweater, I touch his arm to stop him. “But first.”
“What?”
“Before the blindfold. I want to see you naked. So I have a fresh image in my mind even when I can’t see.”
“Ah.” Kane kisses me again. “I think I can do that.”
And then.
As he stands beside the bed, he starts to peel off his clothes.
First revealing his broad chest, sculpted with planes of thick muscle and covered with a dusting of deep auburn hair. His biceps flex while he unfastens his belt and tosses it to the ground, and I have another fantasy of the length of leather being used in other, more sensual ways.
My eyes follow the trail of hair down to his waist, over the eight-pack I’ve traced with my fingers and tongue.And then when his pants fall to the floor, I swallow hard as his hard length springs free, already slick with need and jutting towards me.
And then—oh, thank you—he turns around to flick on the lamp on the nightstand, revealing the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. Tight and muscular and just the right size to squeeze while he’s on top of me.
Not that I’ve seen a lot of men’s butts in person. But I’ve seen enough in movies to know that Kane’s has them all beat.
He turns back with a sly smirk on his lips. “Were you checking out my ass?”
“Maybe,” I admit. “Is that okay?”
“Of course it’s okay. What do you think I do whenever you turn around?” He grins. “I’m always looking at your sweet ass. You just don’t know how often.”
Then he peels off my sweater and pants, leaving me in only my matching bra and panties. “I think I’ll leave these on at first,” he says. “I love taking them off slowly.”
“Whatever you want.” And I love the surge of heat in his gaze whenever I say that.
It’s the most perfect incongruity. Outside the bedroom, the positions are reversed. Though Kane can be gently pushy about certain things, the second he knows I want something, he’ll drop everything to get it. And he would never, ever expect me to do something just because he wanted me to.
But in here? I like giving him control. And I know he enjoys taking it.
“How about this first?” Kane kisses me, nipping at my lower lip before teasing my mouth open and plunginginside. Our tongues perform a sensual dance; a preview of what’s soon to come elsewhere.
After he breaks the kiss, he carefully ties one wrist to the headboard, then the other, testing the bonds to make sure they’re not too tight. “Is this okay?”
I’m already so turned on, it’s hard to form actual sentences. “Yes.”
“Alright.” He kisses me again. Then he places the silky fabric across my eyes, lifting my head slightly so he can tie it from behind. “Just remember, if you?—”
