Page 104 of A Heart Worth Finding
Unexpectedly, Brent pulled her in for a hug. “I’ll call you guys if anything happens.”
“Please do,” Jessica said, then she and her friends left the room.
The drive to Brent and Berkley’s house was quiet, each of them still barely awake. Thankfully, the roads were empty, and it had stopped snowing.
“Which room do you want?” Kenzie asked as she punched in the code on their security system and let the group inside.
“The usual one,” she said.
“Perfect. We’ll take the one at the opposite end of the house,” Kenzie said with a wink. “You know…just in case.”
Jack barked out a laugh, and Aiden playfully swatted Kenzie on the ass as they strode from the room and up the stairs. Playful squeals from Kenzie and low growls of words Jessica couldn’t make out floated down behind them. It seemed those two had found their second wind.
Jessica led Jack up the stairs as well, turning left where Kenzie and Aiden had gone right, padding all the way to the end of the long hall.
The moment she opened the door and flipped on the light, she threw herself backward onto the bed.
“What a day,” she said.
Jack crawled up next to her. “I agree,” he said. “But I can’t help thinking about what Kenzie was suggesting downstairs. About what those two are clearly getting up to right now.”
“And what do you think she was suggesting, exactly?” Jessica asked as she slipped her hands under his shirt, smirking when his abdominals twitched beneath her touch.
“I think she was suggesting,” he said as he lowered his head until their lips were a breath apart, “that I get you naked and make you come a few times before we pass out.”
Jessica was already sitting up and shucking her shirt, eager to feel her man’s body against hers, around hers, and inside of hers.
Before he took care of his own clothing, Jack helped Jessica remove hers. He reached behind her and flicked open the clasp on her bra, and Jessica wasted no time in tossing it across the room. Then she flopped onto her back and let him rid her of her leggings and panties.
Finally, she was fully naked, the cool sheets beneath her caressing her back, Jack’s heated gaze dragging up and down the front of her body.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said.
“Thank you,” she said with a smile. She reached up and ran her pointer finger along his brow, down the slope of his nose, over his full lips. “You are, too. Now get naked.”
Jack didn’t need to be told twice, and a few tugs had him dropping his shirts—all three layers—pants, and boxers on the ground.
In Mexico, Jessica had never been able to simply drink in the sight of him in this way. Their joining had been a frantic rush of two kids fumbling through their first time together, and with that came the awkwardness of not being entirely comfortable being naked in front of each other.
But now, there was no rush, nor were there any barriers between them, no walls or looming departures. They could slow down, savor, and drink in every delicious sight and sound.
Four years ago, Jack had been muscular in the way all teen boys who spent a little more time in the gym than their peers didwere. But four years playing hockey at the collegiate level had turned Jack from an attractive teenager to a chiseled man. The contours, the rises and hollows of his muscles then were nothing compared to the man before her. She’d told him in Mexico that she couldn’t wait to see what he looked like in five years if that was how he looked then, and…she’d been beautifully rewarded. Hehadgotten better with age, exactly as she predicted. Having seen him in all states of dress and undress—in his goalie pads, in a suit and tie for game day, in street clothes, comfy clothes, and no clothes—Jessica would forever marvel at the fact that this man somehow looked bigger off the ice than he did on.
Each muscle—his traps, shoulders, biceps, along the thick cords of his forearms; over his heavy pecs and his carved abdominals; down the massive ridges of his thighs that tapered into his knees, then flared out again at his calves—had been carefully developed and maintained. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, and Jessica wanted to spend forever learning every nook and cranny, until she knew it as well as her own.
She rose onto her knees and reached for him, tugging him closer with her hands on the sharp indents at his hips, which led her eye straight to his cock, already hard and fully at attention for her.
Swiping her thumb over his head, where a bead of moisture had collected simply from her staring at him, she looked up at him and said, “I want to try something.”
Jack grinned wickedly. “Those are becoming my favorite words.”
“I want to…sixty-nine,” she said.
“Fuck yes.”
Add this to the list of reasons she loved this man: he didn’t balk when her more adventurous side made an appearance in bed. He was right there with her, throwing himself wholly into whatever she wanted to try next.
Jack moved her hand from his dick and crawled up next to her. He situated himself so he was laying on his back, then gripped her by the hips and turned her away from him. “You’re going to straddle my face,” he said, “and you’re going to take me in your mouth at the same time. Whoever comes first loses.”
