Page 93 of A Heart Worth Finding
A hope, it seemed, Jessica had held onto as well.
Careful not to spill, he scooped her up and sat her on his lap, pressing a kiss to her temple. Then he clinked his shitty plastic cup against hers and said, “To the universe.”
“And to us.”
After they’d finished those first glasses, Jessica got it into her brain that she couldn’t have champagne without some sort of dessert, so she called down to room service and ordered an assortment, including chocolate covered strawberries and crème brûlée.
“Don’t forget the whipped cream,” she told the hotel worker, shooting him a mischievous grin.
Fuck, Jack thought.This girl is going to ruin me.
And then he reminded himself,she already has.
By the time their room service arrived, over half the bottle of bubbly was gone.
When Jack filled her cup yet again, Jessica waved him off, setting the full glass on the nightstand.
“Oh, I don’t care about that,” she said, dropping the fluffy robe she’d donned to answer the door to the floor and lifting the canof whipped cream from the dessert tray. “I just wanted an excuse to order this so you could lick it off me.”
“Jessica…” he growled, his voice full of the heat that had blood rushing right to his cock as he rose from the bed to meet her.
“I never got to experiment,” she said suddenly, and Jack moved to her, slipping his hands around her waist and pulling her close. “I never felt fully comfortable enough to ask for it. With…in my last relationship, sex wasn’t about pleasure. At least, not mine.”
That caveman part of his DNA had him internally balking at the thought of her being with anyone but him, and he wanted to murder Silas Jeffers with his bare hands for not cherishing her the way she’d deserved. For not worshipping her body every day. He opened his month to offer her those reassurances, to remind her that she’d been wasting her time with boys who didn’t know how to take care of her, but he stopped himself. She was bringing this up for a reason, and the fact that she was meant she felt safe with him in a way she never had with anyone else.
Silently, Jack vowed to give her whatever she wanted, whenever she asked for it, every day for the rest of their lives.
“I want to try new things,” she said, twirling the can of whipped cream around in her hand. “New positions and toys and…food play. Test my boundaries.” She looked up at him then, her face determined, eyes sure. “And I want to do all of that with you.”
“I want that with you, too,” he said. “Whatever you want, sunshine. But there’s no rush. You know that, right?”
“Of course I do,” she said, pushing out of his arms and once again climbing onto the bed, kneeling in the middle. “But when are we going to have the chance to have an entire, uninterrupted night to ourselves, without roommates or practice or games or classes or whatever else in the way? We’ve got all night, Jack,and this”—she gestured to him with the can of whipped cream, and he took it from her—“is something I want to doright now.”
Jack didn’t need to be told twice and joined her on the bed. This—food play, as she called it—was new to him, too, and he was painfully turned on at the prospect of consuming this sugary substance off the most sensitive parts of her body. One stroke of his cock, even a breath of air pointed in its direction, would have him exploding.
“Where would you like me to start?” he asked, pressing the nozzle to the side and squeezing some of the sweet foam into his mouth.
“How about…here?” Jessica said, her fingertips brushing over her nipples as she reclined.
Jack nodded and swallowed hard, then reached a shaky hand toward her. Two presses of the nozzle had Jessica’s nipples decorated. Discarding the can next to him on the bed, he lowered his head and took one in his mouth.
Determined to get every last morsel of whipped cream—and heighten Jessica’s pleasure while he was at it—he swirled his tongue lazily around the tip of her breast, lightly scraped at her flesh with his teeth, and sucked hard before he pulled away, then blew a breath of air over the wetness.
When he caught Jessica’s eyes, they were squeezed shut, her fingers white-knuckled gripping the sheets at her sides.
“That good, hey?” he asked with a smirk.
Her eyes flew open, and she said, “I didn’t realize my nipples were that sensitive.”
Jack grinned, loving that he was the one helping her discover these things.
He gave her other breast the same attention, and before she could direct him further, he took over.
First, he sprayed a long trail from between her breasts to her belly button, and licked her skin navel to chest, groaning againsther as her lungs hollowed out and she dug her fingernails into his scalp.
Then, he drew a long line from hip bone to hip bone and ran his tongue along the smooth skin across her waist.
Finally, he paused with the tip of the nozzle a breath away from her clit and flicked his gaze to hers, silently asking—no,begging—for permission.
