Dirty Thoughts - Megan Erickson Page 0,31
and the vibration echoed in her own body. Jenna touched her clit, swirling, searching for it, needing Cal for just a moment longer.
And then, like a tidal wave, it crashed into her. Her legs clamped around his hips, she reared her head back and came. Her eyes slammed shut as it swept through her out to every limb.
Cal was still moving, and then his hips stuttered. With his face shoved into her neck, he came on a long moan, ending in her name, a whisper that was like a prayer.
He didn’t move from inside of her. He rolled them gently onto their sides and hitched her leg over his hip. He kissed her softly, just a brush of his lips on hers, and the tenderness squeezed her heart. Then he slowly pulled his hips back and rolled off the bed on his way to the bathroom, which was attached to her room.
She watched the way his back muscles rippled under his skin, the way his thigh muscles flexed. He turned on the bathroom light and closed the door behind him. She watched his shadow in the light creeping out below the door as he flushed the toilet and ran the water in the faucet.
He hadn’t said a word but that kiss . . . how a kiss like that could mean so much, she didn’t know. But everything he couldn’t say in words, Cal always said physically.
His shadow stopped moving. And she imagined him standing in front of the sink, his mind racing as hard as hers was right now. They were both naked, with only a thin, hollow door between them, but it felt like an insurmountable barrier.
She wondered if he’d come out, get dressed, and leave. It was what he’d done after they’d made out in his tow truck. He’d placed distance between them.
But last time, they hadn’t gone this far. Maybe because Jenna was almost thirty, she was at the point where she knew emotions were rarely separate from sex. And especially with two people who had as much baggage in their past.
Like, enough to fill a Boeing 747.
The light shut off inside the bathroom, and then the door opened slowly. Cal leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest. The moonlight glinted off of his pale eyes.
He was gorgeous, all hard muscle developed from years of physical work. He was a perfect picture, like in a magazine or calendar. Of course, if she told him that, he’d roll his eyes. Cal was the opposite of vain, even completely naked.
“Want me to stay?” He didn’t look away to give her time to think or to cut down on the awkwardness. That wasn’t Cal. He watched her face the whole time, squinting as if to see her in the dim light.
Jenna was on her side, and she reached out and ran a hand over the bare sheet beside her. “Stay is kind of a vague word, isn’t it?”
The muscle in his jaw ticked. “Do you want me to sleep in that bed with you tonight?”
She swallowed. “What about after that?”
“I’m not talking about ‘after that’ yet.”
He was so stubborn. “What if I want to talk about that?”
“Then talk. Doesn’t mean I gotta talk too.”
“Sometimes, you can be a real pain in the ass, Cal Payton.”
His lips quirked up. “Sometimes?”
She rolled her eyes. “All the time. Now get in this bed and sleep with me.”
He grinned and walked over to the bed. Once he lay on his back, he pulled the covers over them and tucked her into his side. She’d always fit there, just like a puzzle, and it surprised her how they slotted right together again.
She laid her hand on his chest, flexing her fingers into the short hair. “I like this.”
“Chest hair?”
“Yeah, I like it.”
His body rumbled with a short laugh. “Max makes a chili that my dad says puts hair on your chest.”
“What do you do? Bathe in it?”
He laughed again, louder this time, and the hand curled around her shoulders tugged on a lock of hair. “Real men wash with chili.”
“This is getting gross.”
“You started it.”
She tweaked his nipple, and he reached down and smacked her ass. Jenna turned her head and nuzzled into the skin of his chest, breathing him in. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed these silly conversations with Cal. They could slip from mature lovers to teenage teasing so easily. She wished she could enjoy the moment, but at the back of her mind, she knew