It wouldn’t be Erin. He tasted too good to stop.
She hadn’t been exaggerating. She’d let him command her any which way if he soothed the ache between her thighs. Her Fire Chief could indulge his primal urges here and now.
Over and over. In and out of her.
“Stop!” Noah tore his lips away from hers. He stumbled back, shirt and belt open, eyes simmering with passion. “We can’t do this.”
Erin lifted the T-shirt over her head and hooked her fingers under the edge of her sports bra. “We can do whatever we want. We’re adults.”
“No, I mean we can’t do this here… while we’re on duty,” Noah said, the Fire Chief and the Man warring for control.
“You’re turning down sex?” Erin asked in disbelief. They were steps away from fulfilling the sexy firehouse fantasy she was certain they’d shared since the gym. If rubbing his Charley horse in the gym gave him a huge erection then, it was massive now.
Noah looked skyward, like he couldn’t believe his own next words. “I’m taking a snowcheck. That way I don’t have to fire both of us.”
Of course, he had to make this real. Despite the amount of sex they had been having and playing with various firefighter fantasies, he was drawing a line with actual sex at the firehouse.
“Damn it,” she said. She could push him more, but it wasn’t worth the price, “Can’t really argue with that. You sure we can’t have any sex? Now even a little? It is your birthday. I have to give you something.”
“You can give it to me later. We can have inappropriate dirty sex someplace else. Just not here.”
“That’s all you want for your birthday? Sex and no presents? No cake?”
“You are the cake,” he admitted. “Though there is something I do want.”
“You have a fifty-dollar limit. Same amount I spend on Theo.”
“You won’t have to pay for it.” Noah reached one finger out, lifting her chin. “I want to feed you cake.”
That didn’t make sense. “Are we mixing metaphors? You turned down sex and want to feed me metaphorical cake.”
“The first day, I was going to take you to the North Star Cafe and eat their Light Speed Cake Tour with you. I want that.”
“Oh, real cake. You want a date. The kind with clothes on in public?” Erin asked, currently half undressed.
“A date in public. I doubt your friends are going back after the first time. We go late at night, and no one’ll recognize us,” Noah said.
“Sounds complicated. You sure I can’t buy you a Halligan for your Chief Car or a better clock?” She raised an eyebrow.
He stared into her eyes with an intensity she found spellbinding. She was lost in the ocean of his blue eyes. “I’m the Fire Chief. I don’t need things. I want you.”
Erin had no clue how this happened. A minute ago, she was coaxing him to have sex with her, and here he was, capturing her, trapping her, deep, deep, and deeper with every second. Going to a place she’d never been before.
Now she had proof of his Jedi powers because she agreed willingly. “Okay. A date.”
Noah relaxed, practically pulling his overwhelming presence back inside. “Good.” He sounded far too relieved.
“’Your mind tricks won’t work on me, boy,’” she quoted and stripped her sports bra.
“What are you doing!?” Flustered again, he might’ve neared passing out.
“I’m taking a shower. Can I use this one right here?” She wiggled out of her wet uniform pants and underwear.
“Yes. No. Yes.”
“I’m going to go with the yes. This is a firehouse; we occasionally see each other naked. Is there a problem, sir?” she asked cheekily and eyed his crotch.
“No.” Noah followed her gaze, and Erin guessed his head was spinning.
