“True.” She inched her hand toward his fly before withdrawing. “It’d go full porno. Not something to keep on our phones.”
That was a far too delicious offer, though it would be hell on his productivity. Access to naked Erin videos would lead to him spending all day watching it on loop, horribly aroused. He’d never taken himself in hand at HQ, but there was a first time for everything.
“Don’t tempt me, Erin.”
Not again—they were on shift, where he stopped calling her ‘Hudgens’ and she became ‘Erin.’
The minx winked at him and changed the subject before it sank into the gutter. “What did Williams mean about today being everything you dreamed?”
Erin-lust had wiped the convo from his mind. “Oh. Today is my fortieth birthday.”
“It is! You didn’t tell me,” Erin shouted and whacked him on the arm. He swerved to the left before correcting the steering wheel. “Whoops!”
The discussion ended with their arrival at the firehouse. Erin hopped out to open the barn door, and he parked in the back corner, leaving space for the missing rigs. They got out, and Noah realized Erin was still wearing his turnout jacket.
“Shower first?” Erin laid his turnouts on the ground to dry. Her hair was wet, and her uniform stuck to her, a mix of mud and grime.
“Shower?” Noah mumbled, staring at the way the wet fabric embraced her curves. The average woman might have resembled a drowned rat in the same situation. Not Erin; she sparkled with sexy vitality. She shivered slightly, and he fisted his hands to avoid embracing her in the barn.
The barn was echoingly empty. There was no one else in the building. They were completely alone.
Except for the ever-present temptation in the form of Erin Hudgens.
Chapter 28
Erin grinned, wondering how many double entendres it would take for Noah to capitulate. “Yeah, a shower. Got all dirty from handling the Halligan. It’s a long and hard rod.”
“I ended up dirty without touching it,” he said, struggling to remain neutral though she recognized the deepening of his voice. His sexier voice was a deeper baritone, hearkening back to the day of the three-legged race.
“I feel very dirty.” Erin curved her lips. He was freaking hot, all wet and grimy.
Noah licked his lips. “The pies. We should get them.”
“And track mud upstairs? The pies will wait, and I am very, very wet.” She crept a few feet closer.
“Are you?” Noah’s voice cracked. His pupils were dilated, and Erin imagined his pants were getting tight.
“I’m about to get wetter.” She unbuckled her uniform belt and used her feet to push the heels off her boots.
Partially hypnotized, Noah watched her slowly drop her belt on the floor by the boots. “We’re at work. I’m on call. I’m supposed to be in command.”
“You don’t think the department would deny you fifteen minutes to shower? Besides, Chief, I’ll let you give the commands this time.” Erin dropped her soaked socks on the cement. She pivoted and, skipping the locker room, made a beeline to the captain’s office and its private shower off the captain’s bunkroom.
Noah followed her. “What are you doing?”
“Showering. No one will be here for a long time.” She leaned back against the door to the bunkroom. Noah stood over her, radiating arousal and indecision.
“I’m the Chief,” he practically whispered.
“What do you want, Chief?” She was going to stand there and let him make his move.
“You. I want you.” Noah grabbed her wrists and pinned her in place. He was only inches away, this fire milliseconds from flashover.
“Then have me.” Erin licked her lips. The ten days without Noah in her had been intolerable. Her body was calling for him. Why couldn’t he answer?
Something broke free. He crushed his mouth to hers, imprinting her against the wood, pressing himself hard against her. Using one hand to open the door, his other hand was unfastening her pants. They spun into the bunkroom, scrambling at each other. It was almost a competition of who could help the other out of their uniform first.
Erin somehow got his buttons open and put one hand on his incredible abs. He got her T-shirt up to her neck and cupped her breasts through her sports bra. The T-shirt would have come off if either of them wanted to break the kiss.
