Dirty Thoughts - Megan Erickson Page 0,38
making. She just let go.
Her breasts rocked with their movements, and he could stare at them all day, those rosy nipples begging for his mouth. Later, he thought. He still had the rest of the day.
When she came, she came hard, crying out his name, grinding herself down onto his fingers. He left them in as the orgasm slowed, rubbing slightly until she angled her hips so they slipped out. Her hand that gripped his hair fell to the bed in front of her. “Jesus, Cal.”
Then she reached forward, opened up a drawer, and pulled out a condom. She opened the wrapper and handed it to him over her shoulder.
He didn’t question it. He slipped it on, rolled her onto her stomach, and kneeled between her legs. He opened her up wide with his knees and entered her from behind.
She bit her pillow as he thrust in and out of her sensitive flesh. He was so wound up from watching her come all over his hand that it didn’t take long. He raised himself up on his hands and watched her face where it was turned so the light from the window highlighted her features.
He let his gaze fall, taking in her narrow waist and full hips. He loved those hips, and if he had the energy, he would have pulled her up onto her knees, gripped her ass, and rode her hard. What a fucking view.
He’d save it for later.
But even the thought had his balls drawing up tight, his spine tingling, and then he was coming on a soft exhale of her name.
He fell onto his stomach on the bed beside her. Her head was turned to face him. She was disheveled, and her face was clean of makeup, and he swore this was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
He thought about what it would be like to wake up to her every day. Just like this, with her fresh face on the pillow next to his and her warm skin pressed against him.
But that was a fantasyland. Still, she needed to know just how much this meant to him. He brushed her hair off her forehead and pressed a kiss to her temple, letting his lips linger there. “There’s not a cloud in the sky, but all the sunshine is right here in this bed.”
He didn’t wait for her reply. He stood up and walked toward the bathroom.
When he walked back out to the bedroom, he found she hadn’t moved. He crawled back under the sheets and lay beside her on his back, his arm tucked behind his head. He really wanted a cigarette, but lying with a naked Jenna won.
“So we have today,” she said, propping her chin on a fist on his chest.
“We have today,” he echoed.
“It’s better that way.”
He didn’t know who she was trying to convince. “Yeah.”
She blew a stray piece of hair out of her face, and he helped her by smoothing the crazy strands over her head.
“I look a little Medusa-ish, don’t I?”
He mimed freezing to stone, stiffening his body like a board, and she laughed, plunking her forehead onto his breastbone. He pulled her up, so they laughed together against each other’s lips. She gave him a quick peck.
“Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle?”
She shook her head, eyes still a little lazy from sleep and sex.
“Why don’t we pick up breakfast to-go and take a ride?”
She cocked her head. “Where do you want to go?”
He didn’t know if River’s Edge was off limits, since that was a place that held almost all their history, but he couldn’t think of a single other place he wanted to take Jenna on his bike. When he was silent for too long, she reached up and squeezed his neck and then let her fingers trail over his tattooed shoulder. “Why don’t we hike on one of the trails at River’s Edge?”
“You reading my mind, Sunshine?”
“You don’t hide your thoughts as well as you think,” she said, rising from bed. “Give me ten minutes, and I’ll be ready.”
He watched her walk into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. He thought he did a pretty good job of hiding what he was thinking. To everyone but Jenna.
Chapter Twelve
IT WAS MORE like a half hour before they were both showered, and Jenna was staring at him as he sat astride his bike. It was a hot day, but he’d still urged her to find an old leather jacket in the back of her closet.