Dirty Thoughts - Megan Erickson Page 0,37

“Ah, no need to do that. Didn’t know it was possible, but I like you more.”

Damn Cal and his honesty. His fingers teased the edges of her robe.

She shook her head. “How about we go to bed, because I’m about to fall asleep on my feet, and you owe me tomorrow.”

His grin returned. “I owe you, huh?”

She nodded.

“Sounds like a win-win for everyone.”

Jenna rolled her eyes and stood up. She reached for the cereal bowls, but Cal pulled up his pants and beat her to it. “You go on up. I’ll take care of these, lock the door, and turn out the lights, okay?”

“Sounds perfect.” And as Jenna walked up the stairs to the bedroom, she realized how domestic it all sounded.

She wondered if Cal had noticed. She wondered if he liked it.

CAL WAS HOT. He didn’t remember ever waking up and it being this hot. He had central air conditioning, and he didn’t have a damn dog. He was serious about that “not being responsible for another living thing” vow.

He inhaled and immediately smelled Jenna. His eyes popped open. He was lying on his side, his arm slung around a female waist, and her head was tucked right under his chin, brunette hair in a mass of waves on white sheets. And then he remembered—he was in Jenna’s house.

He told himself to pull away, to roll out of the bed and walk away, but his body wasn’t dumb. It was warm, and he had a naked woman pressed against him. A naked Jenna. This—he could get used to this. But this would lead to that and the other thing or a couple of things and family and no. Just no. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t do this—that a life of bachelorhood was fine, and he’d dote on nieces and nephews.

But as her warmth seeped into his skin, he cursed himself. Because even though he couldn’t give her a wedding or kids or anything long term—hell, he didn’t even want to promise her Labor Day—he wanted her, needed her, for a little bit longer. He knew it would probably only increase the pain when this ended, but he was going to focus on instant gratification now and forget about next week. Because now, he had Jenna in his arms, her scent on his skin, and he wanted her there a little bit longer.

This had always been good between them. So he was glad they had one more day together. And it was still the morning. His dick was hard, pressing into the cleft of her ass. He had to grit his teeth not to thrust like an animal until he came all over the small of her back.

Good morning! I rutted against you while you were asleep. Sorry about that.

Plus, he owed her.

He grinned to himself and fanned his hand out on her stomach. She was waking up now, making small snuffling sounds. He nuzzled down to kiss behind her ear. She lifted her shoulder and made a sound of protest, because she was ticklish as hell. He always had to warm her up, because if she wasn’t turned on, all she would do was giggle whenever he touched her. So he needed to work harder until she was aroused and no longer ticklish.

He slid his hand lower, until his little finger touched the top of the curls between her legs. She shifted her thighs restlessly and made a small whimper at the back of her throat.

When he ran his nose along the shell of her ear, she shivered. He trailed his fingers up her stomach to her breasts, flicking a thumb over her peaked nipples. She moaned his name and pushed her butt back into his groin.

He lowered his head to her neck and placed open-mouthed kisses on her skin. She didn’t giggle or shy away, and he smiled, because she was ready now.

He lowered his hand again and dipped a middle finger into her slit, sliding it through the wetness. “Oh God,” she said and curled an arm around his head, her hand clutching his hair.

“Give me some room,” he ordered. And she did, immediately, separating her thighs by hooking one leg behind his.

And then, it was easy to work her. He dipped two fingers inside of her, plunging them in and out, while his thumb worked her clit. She gripped his hair harder and panted, riding his fingers. She had no inhibitions when she got going, no self-consciousness about how she looked or the sounds she was