Dirty Thoughts(27)

He lifted his gaze to her again and locked onto her hazel eyes. They were glazed over, unfocused, and he wanted to keep her that way, wanting him. He planned to drive her out of her mind.

He took one of her legs and lay it on his shoulder, and then he leaned in, running his nose along her slit.

She was wet already, the slick fluid glistening on her skin. When he spread her open with his fingers and applied the flat of his tongue in one long, slow lick, she went wild.

He’d always loved that about Jenna, the way she responded to his touch, his mouth, his cock. And she hadn’t changed, not one bit, because she was bucking, grinding herself down onto his face, and he didn’t care. He spread her open and braced her against the door and let her work herself on his tongue. He didn’t give her everything, though; she was going to have to work for it if she wanted him naked.

A hand came down and threaded through this hair and then pulled. He grunted.

“Cal.” Her voice was strangled.

He fucked her with his tongue, lapping up her wetness, but ignored her clit, flicking it occasionally with his nose, just enough to drive her insane but not get her off.

She twisted her wrist, and he wondered if she’d taken a hunk of hair with her as pain laced through his scalp.

“Cal.” This time her voice was a growl.

He leaned back a little, so his lips still grazed her wetness. “Yeah, Sunshine?” He knew his voice was a vibration as she shuddered.

“You know.” She gritted her teeth.

He smiled. “You wanna come?” He hated games, but this one was a little too much fun.

“You—”

“Tell me, Jenna.” He moved his lips up and let his breath coast over her clit.

Her eyes were glassy. “I want to come,” she whispered.

“With my tongue?”

She swallowed. “With your tongue.”

“Wish granted.” He dove back in, attacking her clit, sucking it, swirling it. Her hips rocked into his mouth and with one more painful twist of his hair, she was coming, pulsating against his face, crying out, her entire body shaking so that he had to sit back on his heels and catch her as her legs gave out.

Her entire body vibrated in his arms, the aftershocks of her orgasm rocking her. He ran his fingers through her hair, amazed he could still feel the softness through his thick skin and calluses.

He buried his nose in her hair, smelled Jenna, and closed his eyes, because nothing took him back like the scent of her as she lay in his arms.





Chapter Nine

JENNA SQUEEZED HER eyes shut, face shoved into Cal’s neck. She needed a moment to get herself under control because Cal had completely taken her apart, limb by limb.

She’d let him. And she loved it.

This. Them. Together. It was the same as it was a decade ago, yet different. Their bodies had changed. There was a new learning curve, but this magnetic connection that had always existed still crashed them together. Cal’s pull still tugged at her gut. Her heart ached, like it wanted to crawl out of her chest and into his.

He still smelled like Cal, clean with an underlying metallic tang. She nuzzled between the collar of his shirt and his neck, opening her mouth against his skin to sneak a taste.

He shifted beneath her, the rough fabric of his pants brushing the overly sensitive flesh between her legs. She sucked on his skin, adding some teeth, and he groaned, one hand sliding up to fist her hair, the other palming a bare ass cheek.

With a grunt, he pulled on her hair so she was forced to tilt her head back and look at him. His eyes, normally a light blue-gray, were dark and intense. “Jenna.”

She licked her lips. “You promised me nudity.”

He barked out a laugh. “Hold on, then.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, and in one fluid motion, he gathered his feet under him and stood up, taking her with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, loving the strength it took him to stand up—with her clinging to him—without even a wobble. He began to walk toward the stairs. “Bedroom,” he said against her lips.

She didn’t answer and instead focused on kissing him back.

He lost his footing on the stairs a couple of times, probably because she was attacking his face and throat with a million kisses. When they reached the top, she pointed to her bedroom, and they lumbered inside, crashing against a wall as she sucked on his tongue.

Despite her grip on him, he easily dislodged her and tossed her onto her back on the bed. She hit the mattress on a bounce, then raised up on her elbows as he undid a couple of buttons on his shirt¸ and then fisted it between his shoulder blades and pulled it off.

The room was dark, the only light supplied by the moon filtering in through her curtains. It set all the hard muscles and ridges on his abdomen in stark relief. God, he was fucking gorgeous. Bigger than he’d been at eighteen, bulkier. He had more hair now, a light dusting over his pecs and down his abs. Her fingers itched to grip it and pull until he grunted.