Page 65 of Rescuing Erin

“Spread ’em,” I murmured against her skin.

I circled her slit with two fingers, toying with the opening before I pushed them in.

“Goddamn, you’re wet.”

Erin’s hips bucked, causing my cock to slide over her ass. The friction was enough to make me pause and try to stop my need to come. Why was it that every time we touched, I was on the verge of coming?

“Stay still, sunshine.”

“That’s not going to be possible.”

I pinched her nipple and rolled it between my fingers before I told her, “You’re gonna have to try. Let me do all the work. All you need to do is let go.”

With two fingers moving deep inside of her, I lowered my other hand to her clit and trapped her against me. In a coordinated assault, I worked Erin into a frenzy.

“That’s it, sunshine. You’re so slick and tight I can’t wait to make love to you.” My hips moved in time with my fingers. With my cock trapped between us, gliding over her slippery backside, my own orgasm built.

“Colin!”

“Come on, let go.”

Her head hung forward, and her body locked, and her pussy clamped around my fingers as she moaned long and loud. Just the sound of her chanting my name as she came around my fingers was enough to detonate my orgasm. Come shot out of the head of my cock, and I hoped I could keep us upright. Every encounter with Erin was the same—explosive.

When her orgasm waned, she sagged in my arms, I steadied her on her feet before I turned her back to the spray.

“You okay?” She nodded and smiled. “Your head?”

“Fine.”

“Lean back.”

She did as I asked, wetting her long, brown hair. I picked up a bottle of shampoo and squirted some in my hand. I’d never washed a woman’s hair before, I’d never had the desire to. Actually, I’d never showered with a woman period. The act was more intimate than I’d allowed in the past. And showering now, with Erin, I knew I’d been right. There was something oddly personal about bathing with her I felt vulnerable and exposed. I was comfortable in my nudity, but standing before her, caring for her, and she for me, made me feel cherished. Which was an emotion I’d never felt and never believed I would ever feel. However, as we stood under the spray, taking turns washing each other, that was exactly what I felt.

“All done,” I announced when I finished rinsing the last of the conditioner out of her hair.

“Thank you, that was wonderful.”

“I like taking care of you.”

She opened her eyes, and I quickly wiped the leftover suds off her brow before they could drip any lower.

“I like taking care of you, too. Thank you for letting me.”

“Why are you thanking me, sunshine? It is no hardship having you touch me.”

“Touching and taking care of are two different things. You’re the type of man who takes care of others. But I don’t think you allow anyone to take care of you.”

It was amazing how well she could read me. There were plenty of things we’d never talked about, my desire to feel needed being one of them. Lots of little things I was looking forward to discovering and sharing. Tidbits of information we’d spend years weeding through. I couldn’t remember a time in my life I’d ever been excited to see what the future held.

“You’d be correct.” I leaned forward for a quick peck to her lips. “Before we get out, there’s something we need to discuss.”

“And it needs to take place in the shower?”

“Yep. Earlier you asked about my meeting.” Erin’s smile faded, and she was instantly on alert. I hated worrying her, but she needed to know the facts. “I’m sorry I blew you off in the car, but it wasn’t safe to talk about it there. Your dad further explained what the Angel program is and what it’s being used for. There’s a lot I can’t tell you. Not because I don’t trust you or want you to know, but because I’m sworn not to tell anyone. All you need to know and understand is nothing of importance is to be discussed anywhere but here in the shower, and never with any electronic device nearby. Expect any email or telephone conversations you have to be monitored.”

“Holy shit. That bad?”

“Worse than I’d thought. We need to be careful. As a matter of fact, let’s not even talk about your dad at all, or anything that has happened. Don’t mention Fletch and his team or Tex. For the next little while let’s pretend we are Mr. and Mrs. Jones. You are not the president’s daughter, and I’m not a mercenary.”