“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. “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.