Page 15 of Rescuing Erin (Red Team #5)

I waited until she finished nervously shifting on my lap, and her eyes settled on mine.

I’d learned a lot about Erin, most was a contradiction from what I’d thought in the beginning.

I knew she was headstrong and smart. Independent and funny.

All great qualities for a woman to have.

But there was one thing that stood out the most. When the shit hit the fan, and we were in a life or death situation, she didn’t cower and hide.

Even though she was frightened, she stood next to me, ready to help.

Erin was strong and brave and had my back.

She was willing to do what it took to save our lives including shooting out tires if necessary.

Couple that with everything else, I knew she was the woman I wanted in my life in a very permanent way.

“Because, I’m falling in love with you. And before I’m ass over tea kettle, I have to know you’re with me.”

“I’m with you,” she whispered. “As a matter of fact, I’m a few steps ahead of you. But I’ll wait until you catch up.”

Sitting on the couch in Abe’s cabin in the middle of an op wasn’t the place I ever thought I’d admit to her I was falling in love.

And it certainly wasn’t the place I thought I’d utter those words to a woman for the first time—ever.

But it was where we were, and the woman sitting in front of me was, indeed, the first woman I’d ever said the word love to.

There was no more denying that’s what I was feeling.

Some of her hair had fallen out of the clip she’d used.

Reaching behind her, I released the rest of her hair, letting it cascade past her shoulders and down her back.

I threw the plastic fastener onto the table and fisted a handful of her silky strands, pulling her lips to meet mine.

Erin’s hips rocked over my hard-on and after the last few nights it wouldn’t take much to make me shoot off in my jeans.

The friction was damn near painful as I tried to control the fast-building pressure.

“Erin.”

“I want to touch you.” She didn’t wait for my answer. Her hands were at the bottom of my shirt, yanking at it. I sat up, allowing her the freedom to pull it over my head. “Damn.”

Her hips stopped rubbing against me, but her hands roamed my chest and abs, giving me a small reprieve.

“Have I ever told you how sexy your chest is?”

I was no stranger to compliments on my body. Men and women alike had commented while I was at the gym. But hearing her say she liked what I looked like made my stomach tighten, and my heart constrict.

“Thanks, sunshine. Glad you approve.”

“I’d approve more if you’d let me take off your pants.”

Now, that made my cock twitch.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“What if I keep mine on?”

“Are you trying to bargain with me?” The corners of her lips tipped up, and I returned her smile. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“I’m not only beautiful but an excellent negotiator,” she teased.

“Is that so? ”

“It is. I think it’s my turn. You’ve had the pleasure of having me at your mercy, and I’ve yet to get into your pants. Seems a little unfair.”

“My mercy, huh? Is that what you call me having you screaming in ecstasy?”

“It is.”

“I would hate for you to think I’m being unfair.”

“Well, that’s what I’m thinking right now. And the only way to rectify the unfairness is if you let me take your pants off.”

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at her playful banter.

There had been no other time in my life where humor had been a part of foreplay.

But with Erin, her wit was just as much of a turn-on as her body.

For the first time, I knew what it was to be attracted to a woman’s mind. She was the whole package.

“One condition,” I told her.

“What’s that?”

“That you understand just because I’ve given you multiple, fantastic, out of this world orgasms, doesn’t mean I expect anything in return.” I was trying to make light of the situation. But I wanted to be clear I wasn’t joking. “I told you, having you in my arms is more than enough for me.”

“Out of this world, huh?” She continued to smile. “Fantastic, you say?” she asked as her hands reached for the button of my jeans. “Why don’t we see what adjectives you can come up with after I’m done with you.”

She drew the zipper down, and my cock threatened to tear through the cotton of my boxer briefs. Her finger touched the wet spot on the fabric where pre-come had already seeped from my cock, climbed off my lap, and stood next to the couch.

“Take ’em off.”

Shit. This was really happening. I lifted my ass, and when my jeans and boxers were halfway down my legs she took over and impatiently ripped them the rest of the way off.

I had no time to worry about my cock bobbing free when she stepped between my knees and lowered herself to the floor.

I was going to protest, not wanting her kneeling on the hard wood when her hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed.

The objection died now that I had bigger things to worry about, like how I was going to stop myself from coming in three seconds.

“Easy, baby,” I begged.

She removed her hand and I was both grateful and dejected I’d lost her touch.

“Oh, no you don’t.” I tried to stop her before she pulled her shirt over her head. “Your clothes stay on.” But it was too late, her bra came off next.

“I’ll keep my pants on.”

This was not a good idea. I wanted to go slowly.

I didn’t want to make love to her in the middle of an op while emotions were running high.

Even if I knew how I felt about her, I wanted her to be sure.

And, at this point, it wouldn’t take much for me to be the one begging for her to let me fuck her.

All it took was her small hand wrapping back around my cock and slowly gliding up and down to make me forget.

I forgot everything: the op, all the reasons I wanted to wait, why I hadn’t let her touch me.

Everything flew out of my mind as I focused on the feel of her.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes,” I croaked out.

Her hand sped up, and she paused on the tip to gather more of the liquid now freely leaking. My head fell back, and I was in a trance, with each stroke she brought me closer to the edge.

“So good, Erin. Faster.”

Her pace quickened, and my balls drew up. I’d known this was going to be the world’s fastest hand job but I hadn’t known it was going to be this quick.

“I’m there. Don’t stop.”

Her tongue swiped the head of my cock, and my eyes flew open in time to see her pull the tip into her mouth and suck while her hand worked my shaft.

“Holy fuck. I’m gonna come. Pull off now if you don’t want me to blow in your mouth.”

I cautioned her once, but there was no time for a second warning before the heat rose, and jets of come exploded from my cock into her warm, waiting mouth.

“Erin!” I shouted as the last of my orgasm waned.

Jesus Christ, I could barely hold my head up, it felt like every ounce of energy I’d had shot out of my cock, leaving me exhausted.

Erin pulled off and settled back on her knees and looked up at me with her big, brown eyes shining.

“Out of this world?” she asked, still slowing stroking my softening erection.

“Yes.”

“Fantastic?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Wanna ’nother one?”

The playful smile of her face was a thing of beauty. A smile I wanted to see every day. A smile I wanted to be responsible for putting there for the rest of her life.

“I think it’s your turn.”

“I think you should teach me all about this sixty-nine position I’ve heard about.”

My dick jerked and instantly started to harden again at the thought of eating her out while she sucked me off.

“Let’s go.”

But neither of us made the effort to move.

Our eyes stayed locked in the stare, the look conveying more emotion than words could.

Yes, I was falling fast and hard for Erin.

I was in for a world of heartache if, after we got home, she decided she didn’t feel the same way.

I’d been lying to myself earlier when I’d told her I was falling in love.

There was no more falling—I was already there.