Dirty Thoughts - Megan Erickson Page 0,36

if he’d fallen asleep with his eyes open. And just when she thought about reneging on the whole offer, he said quietly, “Okay, I’d like that.”

So this was it. And while this attraction was still hot between them—hotter than ever—that didn’t seem like it was enough anymore. They were two separate people who wanted two separate things.

But for now, for one day, they’d want the same things.

Jenna crawled toward Cal. He unclasped his hands and let his knees spread farther apart so she could wedge herself between them.

Cal’s tan was uneven, a little redneck. But he’d always looked like that. This was Cal, a guy who didn’t give a shit about tan lines while he was bent over the hood of his car.

She ran her fingers over that tattoo. Damn him. She’d almost swallowed her tongue when she’d seen it. “Were you angry when you got this?”

The dim light in the room made his pale eyes glow. “No.” He paused for a minute, and she knew he was sorting the words out in his head, in that way he had. Cal didn’t like to start talking until he knew exactly what was going to come out. “I was lonely and drunk.”

“Cal,” she whispered.

“It’s done, and I don’t regret it.”

“It’s hot,” she admitted.

His laugh was husky. “Glad you think so.”

She ran her hands over his skin, feeling the imperfections, the scars from high school football and accidents at the garage. Cal was so different than a lot of the polished executives she’d dated in New York.

Cal was . . . real.

Her hands drifted down to the open button of his pants. She lowered the zipper, and Cal’s stomach expanded and contracted as he took deep breaths. She wiggled down onto her hands and knees and then peered up at Cal. He was watching her with narrowed eyes.

“You didn’t let me finish earlier,” she said, pulling out his shaft and stroking it slowly.

He shifted his body lower and his lips twitched. “I’ll be a gentleman and let you finish now.”

She opened her mouth and took him in. He grunted softly above her, and his hand rested on the back of her neck. But he didn’t push, and she took her time, opening her jaws wide to take him in as much as she could and then sucked hard as she pulled off his shaft. She swirled her tongue around the head and performed every single trick she knew—most of them learned from Delilah.

A lot of girls complained about giving head, but Jenna wasn’t one of them—if it was a guy she really wanted to give pleasure. She thought of it as a gift. Something she wanted to give, but she wasn’t up for giving it out to anybody, because hell, blow jobs were work.

But Cal? She’d suck Cal for all he was worth. She intended to suck his brain out through his dick until he was half comatose, and if the writhing of his hips and soft curses were any indication, she was doing a hell of a job of achieving her goal.

And Jenna MacMillan had always been an overachiever.

She took a breath, opened wide, and took him down the back of her throat, swallowing around the head of his cock.

Cal came on a gasp and her name, shooting his release on her tongue.

Jenna rose to the sight of Cal’s head thrown back on the couch cushions, his eyes closed. She leaned against his chest and curled her arms around his neck. He didn’t move. He didn’t hug her. A small moan escaped his lips. She grinned against his skin. “You okay?” He didn’t answer her right away, and she began to giggle. “Cal?”

“I need . . . a minute,” he croaked.

She laughed harder. “Wow, it must have been a really bad blow job if you can’t even face me afterward. I’ll make sure not to wake you up with one tomorrow or anything.”

His head shot up. His eyes were glassy and a little unfocused. “What? Wait, what? You’ll do that?”

“Well, if it was bad, then—”

He grabbed her head and smashed his lips into hers, licking into her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers. He pulled out of the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. “Best I ever had.”

“Yeah?”

He leaned back so he could look her in the eye. “Well, actually, my high school girlfriend was really good at that.”

Jenna huffed. “Oh yeah? Where is she, so I can go beat her up?”

Cal’s smile slowly faded, but his features remained soft.