Heroes In Uniform (61 page)

“What’s the right thing?” she asked, certain she wouldn’t like the answer, but needing to understand. There were no rules forbidding them from having sex.

“To get up and walk out of here before I do something I can’t take back,” he muttered.

At that she tilted her head back to look up into his face. “Why would you want to take it back?”

The words hung there between them as the fire crackled and raindrops pattered against the windows. Wade’s eyes darkened with longing, his gaze dropping to her mouth, and Erin couldn’t take it another second. She threaded her hands into his hair and brought her mouth to his. Wade made a low sound in the back of his throat, his arms contracting around her, and that was all the answer she needed.

Stroking her fingers through his silky-soft hair, she kissed him with all the hunger and need he created inside her. Her tongue caressed his, tasting him as she ran her hands down his neck and shoulders to explore his ripped chest. One of his hands slid up to cup the back of her neck while the other palmed her ass and pulled her tight to him.

Frustrated by the fabric in her way, she grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and impatiently peeled it up over his torso. Wade released her only long enough to yank it over his head and toss it aside, and she couldn’t bite back a moan at the sight of him. His bronzed skin glowed in the firelight, stretched over taut muscle. A few small scars dotted his torso. A dusting of dark hair covered his broad chest and thinned to a trail that bisected his defined abs and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans…right above the thick ridge of the erection straining the fly.

She placed her palms on his chest, felt the muscles contract and the heavy thud of his heart as she petted him. Leaning in, she nuzzled the side of his neck, reveled in his quick intake of breath as she licked him. Wade slid an arm around her hips and hauled her up to straddle his lap. She settled in and resumed her exploration, ignoring the commanding tug on her hair as he tried to urge her mouth up to his. A heavy, drugging throb of arousal pulsed inside her, but she was too hungry for more of him to stop what she was doing.

Big, callused hands slid over her sides, down her stomach to the hem of her shirt. She kept going, shrugging out of her shirt, but paused when she saw the look on his face. He was staring at her breasts, encased in her white lace bra, his expression a mixture of awe and molten hunger. Her nipples beaded tight, tingling in anticipation of feeling his hands and mouth on them. She sat up and reached behind her to unfasten the bra, thrilling at the way his eyes devoured her every move. And when she slipped the bra off and dropped it to the floor, the rank male starvation in his gaze as he stared at her naked breasts sent a surge of primal feminine power through her.

With a low, nearly inaudible growl, he cupped her breasts in his hands. Erin sucked in a breath and arched her back, loving the contrast of his roughened hands on her skin. He squeezed her gently, his thumbs brushing over the hardened centers, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth.

Heat and need swept through her, growing more urgent by the second. She squirmed, reached one hand down to find the button on his jeans as she held his face to her breasts and struggled to breathe. His mouth was a delicious torment, pushing her need higher. She struggled to release his jeans, gasped as Wade sucked and tormented her sensitive flesh with his tongue.

He lifted his hips to help her pull his jeans and underwear down, releasing one of her breasts only long enough to twist his body to the side and yank the jeans down his legs and off. His erection sprang free, dark and thick against his abdomen. Erin let out a needy moan and wrapped her hand around his hot, hard length, still holding his head close. At her touch he tensed all over and groaned, releasing her aching nipple to press his hot forehead against her breast.

He was breathing hard, his breath hot against her, his whiskers prickling pleasantly. One big hand moved up into her hair and fisted there. She tightened her grip and gave him a slow stroke. His spine arched, his head tipping back to reveal the exquisite agony on his face. Erin’s heart squeezed. It’d been a while for her, but even longer for him and she didn’t want him to have to wait a moment more for this.

Ignoring his firm hold on her hair she scattered kisses over his tightly clenched eyelids, down his nose and over his cheeks to his mouth. She slid her tongue past his lips to tangle with his as she stroked him, enjoying the hitch in his breathing and the way his muscles twitched. The man was dying for more, and yet fighting the pleasure at the same time. She didn’t want him to fight it, and told him so with a soft sound of reassurance as she trailed her mouth over his jaw and down his throat, his chest.

When she reached his abdomen every muscle in his body was rigid, tension pouring off him in waves. He released her breast to slide both hands into her hair and seemed to brace himself as she slid her mouth lower. She leaned down to hover over the head of his erection, pressing a soft kiss there that made him hiss and contract his fingers in her hair. The tiny sting only heightened her arousal.

Gripping him in both hands, she let her tongue play gently around the swollen head, absorbing the shudder that passed through him before she finally parted her lips and took him into her mouth.

“Erin. Jesus,” he groaned, his voice sounding strangled. The man was strung so tight she kept expecting him to snap. She couldn’t wait to find out what happened when he did.

Humming in approval, she took him deeper, wanting to drown him with pleasure until he exploded, and looking forward to finding out what it took to push him there.

Danger Close: Chapter Thirteen

Wade was dying. Had to be.

He couldn’t think, could barely breathe at the feel of Erin’s hot, wet mouth wrapped around his cock. It was everything he’d ever imagined, and ten times as intense. Her gentleness, the sincere enjoyment she seemed to take in giving him pleasure all but destroyed him.

He fought back the urge to fist her hair in his hands and fuck her mouth until he exploded, but it was a monumental effort and one he was going to lose in the next few seconds if she didn’t stop. He was so fucking primed he was ready to come and he’d barely touched her yet. Tugging once on her hair, she made a quiet negative sound and kept sucking until his eyes damn near rolled back in his head.

“Sweetheart, stop,” he panted, shaking, desperate to hold onto his control.

She lifted that mesmerizing green gaze to his, and the heated desire there made his cock throb even more. Lifting her mouth from him for a moment, she whispered, “Want to make you come.”

Christ, she would, in about two more seconds. “Not yet,” he managed, his voice shaky as hell as he urged her upward and dragged her into his arms. He buried his face in the curve of her neck and held on, trembling all over as he struggled to push away the urge to come. He wanted to please her first. It’d been a long time for him but he still remembered the rules—ladies first, and that was even more important with Erin. He wasn’t good with words, never had been, so this was his chance to show her what he felt for her. He didn’t want to ruin it.

“It’s okay, baby,” she murmured against his temple, stroking his back so gently it made his throat tighten. “I want you to let go.”

He eased back and met her gaze. The hunger was still there, but tenderness too, and it turned him inside out. She deserved so much better than him fucking her like an out of control animal on this rug in front of the fire, but at that moment that’s what he wanted to do more than anything. He lifted an unsteady hand and brushed the hair back from her flushed cheek. “I want to let go together,” he rasped out, shaken by his need for this woman he barely knew, yet some part of him protesting being vulnerable while she maintained control.

To get out of his head, he cupped the back of her neck and kissed her again. She opened with a tiny sigh and eagerly met the stroke of his tongue. Wade eased her onto her back and nuzzled her jawline, the side of her neck, then trailed down to her breasts. Her nipples were deep pink and hard and he couldn’t resist taking them into his mouth again. She gasped and arched her back, both hands sliding into his hair to urge him on. He didn’t need the encouragement though. There was no way he could get up and walk away from her now.

He undid her jeans and tugged them down her long legs as she raised her hips to help him, leaving her in nothing but a thin scrap of black lace that barely covered her mound. As the spicy scent of her arousal hit him, Wade bit back a groan. When he slipped a finger beneath the edge of the lace and found the damp heat of her arousal, his cock surged against his belly. Impatiently he pulled her panties off and flung them aside, raising his head as he got to his knees to better admire the view.

Erin smiled a little and parted her legs. Wade swallowed at the sight of those pink, glistening folds exposed to his ravenous gaze. Knowing she wanted him was one thing. Seeing and feeling it were even better.

Trailing one hand down her side to her hip and over her thigh, he watched her face as he stroked his fingers across her wetness. She hummed in pleasure, her body moved restlessly on the rug, primed and ready for more. He grabbed a throw pillow and eased it beneath her head to make her more comfortable, her tender smile at the gesture making his heart squeeze. With the few functioning brain cells he had left, he suddenly remembered the all-important issue of protection.

“I don’t have a condom,” he rasped, surprised by how rough his voice was.

Erin reached out to stroke her palm across his scruffy cheek. “I’m clean and I get the shot, so we only need one if you’re not sure about you.”

He was already shaking his head. “I was tested before I went undercover and there’s been no one since before that.”

Her smile widened, though he could still see the hunger raging in her eyes. Hunger he was going to thoroughly enjoy satisfying. “Then we’re good.”

A low, gruff sound came out of him, almost a growl as he leaned down to kiss her and let his fingers resume their exploration of her tender flesh. He kept his touch light at first, but she quickly made it plain she wanted more. She gripped his shoulders tight as she kissed him, then lifted her hips in a clear demand. Lifting his head slightly to watch her reaction, he eased two fingers into her. Erin closed her eyes and moaned, rocking her hips against his hand.

“Wade. More,” she whispered, her face awash with pleasure.

She was so damn sexy like this, her muscles tensed, her body hugging his fingers. He curved his fingers slightly and rubbed just inside her entrance. She made an unintelligible sound, one of her hands snaking down to grab his hip and pull him forward. Praying for strength, he took himself in hand and slowly pushed forward. Her inner muscles closed around him in a hot, tight grip that had sweat breaking out across his chest. He paused partway in, waited for her eyes to flutter open. When their gazes met, he planted one hand beside her head and plunged in deep.

Erin’s loud gasp echoed in his ears for a split second before her moan echoed around the room. Wade squeezed his eyes shut and hung onto his control by a thread, shuddering.

Oh, fuck. Fuck!

She was so goddamn hot and wet, her inner walls hugging him tight. Pleasure shot through his entire body, leaving him panting and trembling as he fought the urge to hammer into her until he came. He fought it back. Sucking in a breath, he eased back and then plunged forward again. She sighed and dragged him closer, drowning him in the feel and scent of her. The friction was so goddamn incredible he couldn’t control the need to move. He came down on his elbow and started a steady rhythm with his hips, dying a little with each drag and thrust.

Over the thundering of his heart he heard the hitch in her breathing and reached blindly between her legs to stroke her clit. Either he didn’t do it right or she was too impatient to wait for him to figure out what she liked, because she pushed his hand away and slipped her own fingers to where she needed them. The sight of her stroking herself put him from inside the danger zone to game over.

Helpless against the onslaught of the orgasm gathering at the base of his spine, he jerked his gaze from her fingers swirling over the swollen bud at the top of her sex to her tight nipples and finally to her face. Her eyes were closed, lips parted in ecstasy as she climbed to the crest. The pleasure twisted tighter, higher, and he couldn’t fight it anymore. His thrusts grew urgent, almost frantic as he slammed into her. His control was gone, shattered, and he didn’t even care.

By sheer damn luck he managed to outwait her. He felt her ripple around his cock, heard her rising moans and her cry of relief as she detonated. A heartbeat later, he joined her, throwing back his head with a roar that echoed off the walls and ceiling. It tore through him in powerful pulses that gradually faded until he was weak and gasping. Turning his face into the curve of her neck, he rested his weight on his forearms and struggled to suck air into his starving lungs.

Erin gave a contented sigh and wrapped her arms around his back, urging his weight down on top of her as she wound her legs around the back of his thighs. He gave in reluctantly but kept some of his weight on his knees, worried he was crushing her into the floor. She ran her fingers through his hair, over his shoulders and spine. Rain and wind continued to lash at the roof and windows. Together with the heat of the fire and the steady thump of her heart beneath his cheek, her touch was hypnotic. He’d never much liked being petted before, but she had him practically in a trance. He could stay like this for hours, breathing in her scent and enjoying the feel of her fingertips wandering over his skin.

“Hmmm,” she sighed, kissing the top of his head. “That was worth the wait.”

“I can do better,” he blurted.

She laughed softly. “It was perfect the way it was.”

He raised his head to look down at her. Her eyes held the drowsy, sated look of a satisfied woman, and while that soothed his ego, he also felt a flicker of shame. He’d just taken her on the rug like a fucking caveman and would have come without her if she hadn’t taken matters into her own hand. A flush crept up his neck. “No, seriously. I can do way better.” She deserved better. Slow and soft and romantic, intense. A different kind of intense than what they’d just shared. Him in full control, all the urgency and desperation locked down until she was thoroughly satisfied, maybe even more than once before he let go. Christ, he’d love to spend hours on end spoiling her in bed. Spoiling her in general.