“I don’t think I’m interested in being your friend,” she said and caressed up his leg. She found him still half-hard and getting stiffer under her touch. “You take vacation?”
“Fire chiefs don’t take vacation. Don’t take days off either,” he grunted, focusing on the motion of her hand.
“That’s too bad because I’m off for forty-eight-hours. Guess you’re going to hit the road before the beard grows in.”
“Are you telling me to go?” Noah moaned, doubting Erin’s desire for him to leave because she was stroking him into readiness again.
“I’m telling you to stay wherever you want as long as you want.” He recognized it for the offer it was. She kissed him, welcoming his tongue.
“I see.” He lifted his hips, and she let him mount her again, impaling her. It felt so good that he was purring, “What if I want to be right here?”
“Then I’ll just have to let you be there as long as you want to stay there.” She presented her nipples to him which he happily took into his mouth, prickling the skin of her chest.
After a few minutes of her groaning, he pounded into her extremely willing cleft. It was didn’t take long for her to draw him back into yet another orgasm when she came.
She stretched languorously underneath him. “Now you’ve got it.”
“Do I? I haven’t touched you nearly as much as I want.” All very true since there were still many ways he wanted to savor her.
“Then you’ll have to fit it in by Monday.” Erin stifled a yawn.
Noah glanced at the clock. It was almost eleven. He’d had sex with her three times in less than two hours. “Now what?”
“Shower and sleep, Chief. You had the same night I did,” she answered, stretching.
“Noah,” he corrected.
“I could, but you haven’t earned it yet. Might take all weekend,” She got up out of bed and walked to her bathroom. She closed the door and turned on the shower.
Now that her intoxicating presence was gone, Noah tried to decide what to do next.
She’d offered him the option of staying. He could kiss her good-bye and walk away, treating this as a single slice of cake. A one-time encounter the two of them could view with fondness and laughter.
Or he could stay and see where this went.
In twenty years in the fire department, Noah had taken a lot of gambles. He knew danger. There were close calls, trapped in burning buildings where he’d gotten off with mere stitches or small burns. He searched Ground Zero for others who had paid the ultimate price for their bravery. In his climb through the ranks, he’d prepared for water rescues, nuclear bombings, epidemics, mass murders.
He’d been trained to assess the risks and make the call when to act or when to hold back.
Yet here he was taking the biggest risk of his career.
This was a room with zero visibility, and he’d have to adapt and allow the rest of his senses to take over. If he didn’t leave now, it was unlikely that either of them would be able to walk this one back.
He stood up.
He collected his uniform onto a chair.
Now or never.
Noah walked to the bathroom.
“Erin?” He knocked on the door. “I—”
She interrupted, “I’m in the shower. You coming, Chief?”
Some things were worth it.
If it meant he’d have to make love to her over and over, learning her sounds, scraping her skin to sensitivity, he’d have to do it till she called him ‘Noah.’
