“Nicest. Finally got you bare everywhere,” he said, tasting her shoulder.
“You spend a lot of time thinking about me bare?” Erin twirled to face him, and his eyes dropped lower.
“An indecent amount of time.” He sampled her nipples with his mouth, loving her gasp. “Leadership training was hell. I wanted to ‘pour my sugar’ inside you.”
“I’d have let you,” she made her admission with a purr. “What now? How should you have me next?”
His hard-on liked that. He wasn’t the only one who needed seconds of… cake.
“Lady’s choice.” Noah released her.
“You better get on the bed again. I plan on enjoying myself.” She gestured, and Noah immediately obeyed.
“I want to ride you,” she announced decisively.
He had thought before that he wanted her, but now this need was overwhelming everything. Her grin welcomed him in, and he had a couple of seconds to marvel at his good luck during her descent. Their eyes held, basking in their shared pleasure. The passion etched on her face as she rode him made it hard for him to breathe. The noises she made, the way they moved together, how she responded to his upward thrusts, the glory of how she was designed with him in mind. Then an unexpected orgasm took her and him less than a minute later.
She lay on his chest, heartbeat slowing down, and rubbed her thumb across his jawline. “What’s this?” The pads of her fingers caught in his blonde stubble. “I thought firefighters are supposed to be clean-shaven. Unless you go for the weirdo, wimpy mustache.”
He laughed, noticing the telltale scrapes on her chest from his stubble. “One of my lesser-known talents. This is a twenty-four-hour beard. I have to shave at least once a day. When I was Captain, I shaved twice a day in case I needed to wear the SCBA.”
Her giggle warmed him in so many ways as she teased his scruff. “Your five o’clock shadow has a lot of shadow. What will it look like tomorrow?”
“The usual Sunday. A full beard.”
“And by Monday morning?” She kept playing with his face.
“Complete mountain man.” He rubbed his chin on her neck. “Also works as a great full body exfoliator.”
“I’d like to see that, Chief.”
“Call me ‘Noah.’”
“You have a first name? ‘Noah,’” she tried it, shifting off him.
He rolled to face her, enjoying her finally using his name. “Now that we’ve gotten more familiar…”
“Now that we’ve screwed. Made the beast with two backs. Known each other biblically. Copulated. Fornicated. Fu—” she added.
He kissed her, cutting off her ramble. “Now that I’ve been inside of you, Erin, call me ‘Noah.’”
His eyes caught hers, sinking into her gaze. She broke away first. “Being ‘Noah’ depends on if you earn it. And what you can do with that beard.”
“Is that an invitation?” His fantasies rarely went beyond this point. He’d vaguely hoped he wouldn’t get kicked out immediately, but the way she said things implied he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“Don’t overthink it.” Erin tugged the covers over them. She fit herself into his left shoulder then made a game of trying to kiss all the spots on his face where his beard wasn’t.
He hadn’t expected to feel relaxed and comfortable. Bringing her back to face him, he was grinning almost stupidly, now exchanging soft kisses. He hesitatingly brushed a curl off her forehead, and she steered his fingers deeper into her tresses with an equally stupid smile.
It was somewhat unlike them, but somehow it felt right. He didn’t want to ruin it, so he picked an innocuous subject. “What would you usually do today?”
“On my post-shift day? I would sleep first. Workout. Play some pickup ball. Do some day drinking with my girls, or hang with Theo. What would you do on your day off, other than not make your bed?” she countered.
“I’d work from home. Do paperwork. Go to my boxing gym if I can. Call my sister.”
“You need a friend,” she said, wiggling against him.
“Friends like you?”
