Page 101 of Jessica's Hero
Kane presses a soft kiss to my lips. “So you like it? The igloo? Even though it’s a dreadedsurprise?”
“I think I like—” I almost swallow my tongue as Kane pulls almost completely out of me, then plunges back home. My inner walls quiver and my toes curl. “I…”
“You like what?” Kane asks with another smirk. “This? Or surprises?”
“Both,” I manage. “I love both. Ever since the office. And?—”
Another thrust. Another flick of those sensitive nerves. Another nip at the skin at the base of my neck.
“I love all your surprises,” I finish. “I think I’m a convert. At least with you.”
“Good.” Kane covers my mouth with his, stroking at the seam of my lips before dipping inside. His tongue strokes mine, sending a flood of sensation through me. Then he ends the kiss and looks at me, his eyes nearly black, with just a tiny ring of deep blue showing. He releases my wrists and says in a growl, “Now. Don’t move this time. Okay?”
“Okay,” I reply with a little nod. “I won’t. But… please. I’m so…”
“Close?”
“Yes.” My hips are thrusting towards him, jerking in an erratic rhythm. My skin feels like it’s on fire, with every touch sendings shockwaves of heat and electricity through my body. “I’m so close, Kane. I just need…”
“I’ve got you, baby.” Kane drapes my legs over his shoulders and kisses me again. “Whatever you need, I’ll do it.”
Oh.
This man.
When he says that, I know it’s not just words. It’s the truth.
Kane would do anything for me.
“I just want to feel you,” I tell him. “Feel us finish together.”
His gaze meets mine, holding it for a moment. And as he looks at me, everything he’s feeling is right there, on full display. Love. Desire. Trust. Devotion. “Okay, baby.”
And then he moves again.
Slow at first, but quickly moving faster.
His fingers teasing, stroking, caressing.
Impossibly thick and hard, filling me with every thrust.
Hitting that spot again and again.
Kissing me, swallowing my moans and whimpers.
Murmuring, “I love you so much, Jess. So much.”
And finally, with one final plunge, lighting the fuse that ignites the fire kindling inside me.
In a burst of sensation, I explode, not just going over the edge, but rocketing past it.
Flashes of bright color fill my vision.
My muscles lock as ecstasy takes over.
My best efforts to stay still are thrown to the side as I clutch at Kane’s shoulders, my nails digging in.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I love you.”
