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I appreciate how cautious he’s being, but I’m about to implode here.
“I’m fine,” I say with emphasis. “Really. Now. Will you please touch me?”
A low growl rumbles from his chest. “Fuck, yes, sweetheart. You don’t have to ask me twice.”
CHAPTER 14
KANE
I don’t know where to start.
Not with Jess stretched across the bed like a priceless treasure in front of me.
She’s gorgeous, no doubt. From her sweetly flaring hips to her narrow waist and the luscious swell of her breasts that she always hides beneath concealing clothes.
But it’s not just her body that takes my breath away.
Laying there in just those sexy panties and bra, allowing me to restrain her, leaving her vulnerable… it’s the most trust I’ve ever received. And I feel so damn lucky, I’m almost paralyzed by it.
I want her. Badly.
But I want to make sure she enjoys everything. That she doesn’t know a moment of doubt or insecurity. That she doesn’t regret handing her trust over to me.
“Kane?” There’s a hint of concern in Jess’s voice. Herchest rises and falls as she takes a deep breath. “Is everything okay?”
Belatedly, I realize I’ve been staring at her long enough to make her nervous, which is the exact opposite of what I want.
Climbing onto the bed, I brace myself above Jess and cover her lips with mine, tracing my tongue along the seam of them before briefly dipping inside. “Everything’s more than fine, sweetheart. I was just looking at you.”
“Looking at me?”
“Looking is the wrong word,” I amend. I trail a line of kisses along her jaw and down past the pattern of scars on her neck. “More like admiring. Thinking about how damn gorgeous you are. And how lucky I am to be with you.”
“Kane.”
“It’s true.” Continuing my way down her body, I press soft kisses along her collarbone, memorizing the feel of her satin skin on my lips. “That you’re trusting me with this.” My mouth moves to that perfect constellation of freckles on her breast, tracing the imaginary lines with my tongue.
Then I take a nipple into my mouth, suckling and laving at it. Jess arches her back on a gasp, instinctively thrusting her breast towards me.
Once the fabric covering her nipple is soaked, I move on to the other, paying it the same attention as the first.
While I hold myself above her with one arm, I use the other to explore the filmy fabric between her thighs. Already damp with arousal, I can feel her opening for me. Inviting me in.
I sink one finger into her slick heat, reveling in the sensation of her inner muscles clutching at me. In the sounds she makes. In the way her hips jerk with every plunge and the muscles in her belly quiver. In the breathtaking picture she makes, all creamy skin and soft curves and a spill of dark hair against the pale blue comforter I bought just for her.
Because after the first night Jess had a nightmare and ended up sleeping in my bedroom with me, I knew I needed to make the space nicer. More welcoming. My ten-year-old gray comforter and stark white blinds wouldn’t make Jess feel comfortable, nor would the cold hardwood floor.
So now I have a plush shag rug in shades of blue, sheer cream curtains hiding the basic blinds, a luxurious down comforter, plus enough pillows for at least ten people to sleep on. Could I have ever imagined myself decorating my bedroom for a woman before? No. But that was before I met Jess. Before I discovered how incredible it feels to make her smile. To know I’ve made her happy.
Releasing her nipple with a little pop, I kiss my way down her stomach, pausing at that other little freckle near her bellybutton.
Adding a second finger to the first, I keep pumping them into her. Curving them so they hit that little spot deep inside, the one that makes Jess moan whenever I touch it. Then I bring my mouth to her exposed bundle of nerves and suck hard. A rush of arousal hits my tongue, sweet and heady.
Already painfully hard, an insistent pressure builds. A desperate need to be inside Jess, to be joined with her in every way possible. To feel her wrapped tightly aroundme, clutching at me with each thrust and drawing my own pleasure out.
Jess’s hips jolt as I flick my tongue at her little bud, so I place my other hand across her belly, nearly spanning it as I hold her down.
“Kane,” she moans. “Oh. This…”
