Dirty Thoughts by Megan Erickson Page B

Jenna could limit their interactions to just sex. There were too many feelings. Too much history. But yet, it was simple in that he wanted her, and her lust-filled gaze told him she felt the same. So even though this would inevitably crash and burn, the ride there would be worth it. At least he knew going in that it would end badly. At least he could prepare himself.
    Jenna’s mind must have been working the same formula. He waited, prepared to be told to go fuck himself. He’d taken this risk, knowing she could refuse.
    But by God, he hoped she didn’t.
    She sawed her top teeth over her bottom lip. Then her eyes flickered, and her face set. With a stiff nod, she said, “Okay.”
    “Okay?”
    She blinked and then her breath left her in a rush as she said four words that he’d take to his grave: “I want you too.”
    He cupped her cheek, resting his thumb at the corner of her mouth so he knew when she opened up to let him in. Their tongues dueled and their lips mashed. He wanted to inhale her into his lungs. He couldn’t get enough.
    He broke the kiss and brushed his lips over hers. “Open up your robe, sweetheart.”
    She sucked in a breath, a small gasp escaping. Her eyelids were heavy, and he thought she’d refuse. Then her hands came away from where they’d been pressed behind her on the door. She looked up into his eyes and slowly untied the knot at her waist.
    She let the ends of the tie dangle so they touched the floor. She leaned her head back so it clunked on the door and raised her hands over her head, clasping her wrist in the other hand.
    The sides of her robe moved with her movements, tempting him to open them like a curtain. She smelled like soap and spice and like everything he’d been missing for ten fucking years.
    When he reached his hand toward her, it was shaking. With his index finger, he hooked the edge of her robe, slowly pushing it to the side. The fabric caught on her nipple and then gave way to reveal a full breast, thin waist, and flare into a gorgeous full hip, like half of an hourglass, while the other edge of the robe called to him to reveal his whole present.
    Her red, swollen lips were parted, and her chest heaved. Her belly quivered, and he let his gaze fall between her legs, to that area of perfectly trimmed hair. One of her legs was bent slightly, resting on the ball of her foot and turned in, so he couldn’t see all he wanted to see. He wanted to fall to his knees right there, spread her legs, and bury his face in her, cover himself with her, lick her up until she could say no other word but his name.
    He hooked a finger on the other side of her robe and opened it as well. She was fully bared to him now, all that pale soft skin. She was more gorgeous than she’d been an eighteen. More rounded, more full. Her chin was lifted, eyes on his. He wondered if she knew that despite the fact she was naked and he was fully closed, she held all the power here. She always did.
    He ran the back of his fingers between her breasts and over her stomach. A shudder wracked her body and goose bumps popped up in the wake of his touch.
    He gripped a hip, digging his fingers into the softness, wondering if she’d welcome finger-shaped bruises tomorrow. He lifted his gaze to her. “Didn’t think it was possible for you to look even more beautiful than I dreamed about.”
    She sucked in a breath and opened her mouth, but Cal didn’t give her a chance to say anything back. He leaned in, and he took one of those pink nipples in his mouth and sucked.
    The sounds that came out of her throat weren’t words but moans. She gripped his hair and tugged. He thumbed her other nipple and rolled the hard bud in between his thumb and forefinger. He smiled, biting her breast gently, like she’d always loved. And she still did, if the bucking of her hips was any indication.
    He pulled off her nipple, blowing on it, watching as her skin pebbled as his cool breath hit her wet skin, and then he moved on to the