Rising (Anderson Special Ops #2) - Melody Anne Page 0,50
take them from this point on. But it was a game changer. He needed to figure out who the good guys were — and who the bad guys were. It was a toss up at this point.
Chapter Ten
Brackish was feeling damn good on this bright early morning of 0630. He stepped from his truck and stretched his sore muscles. He and the guys had pushed hard the day before, hell, they’d pushed hard all week. Brackish was beyond sexually frustrated, and there was nothing better for squelching the hormones than pushing the body past its normal limits.
But today he was seeing Erin again — and he had her for the entire day. There was a skip in his step as he moved up her walkway to the front door. It had been too long since he’d seen her last, nearly two weeks with both of their work schedules. That was certainly going to have to change. How was he supposed to get to know her if they couldn’t be together? There was only so much communication they could accomplish on the damn phone.
He wasn’t able to knock before the door was flung open, and a bright-eyed Erin stood there, a smile on her lips, a flush in her cheeks. He wanted to push her into the house and find out how comfortable her bed was. Instead, he used a bit of restraint and pulled her forward, giving her one hell of a good morning kiss. He couldn’t wait for the day he did that after a night of making love.
When he let go of Erin, she swayed on her feet. “I could get used to that,” she told him, making his groin tighten.
“Me too,” he said, his voice low and husky. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman like he wanted her. And the oddest sensation of all was that it was about so much more than sex. He liked this woman, and he wanted to do anything he could to be closer to her.
“We’d better get going, or we won’t go anywhere,” he said, the light in her eyes drawing him in.
She looked as if she was hesitating, which awoke every cell in his body, but then she turned with a sigh and shut her front door. “I’m too excited to find out what our next adventure is to give it up,” she told him with slight disappointment.
He knew it wouldn’t take much on his part to convince her to stay in, but he wanted this date. He wanted sex, that was for sure, but it would happen — he had no doubts. They moved to the truck together, and after helping her inside, he rushed around to the driver’s door.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going and why I had to wear comfortable shoes?” she asked.
“Nope. But you’re dressed perfectly for the day,” he assured her.
“I love my pink sneakers. I ordered two more pairs for when these wear out. I’m on my feet at work all day or night.”
“Me too. I prefer boots though. I want to protect the toes,” he told her.
“I can’t stand my feet completely trapped so I’ve never been a fan of boots.”
“What if a snake attacks? Those sneakers won’t keep fangs out,” he said.
“So I’m assuming by that hint, that we’re going to be outside in nature,” she said with a wink.
“Maybe,” he told her. He entered the on-ramp for the freeway.
“We’ve been texting so much while we both work. I was reading through the messages last night and realized I’ve been telling you all about myself, but you haven’t told me much about you,” she said as she leaned her seat back a little, getting more comfortable. He wouldn’t mind leaning it all the way back and joining her.
He shook his head to get those thoughts out of it. They had a long day ahead of them and he wanted to know more about her. Yes, he was sure they’d make love. Each conversation they’d had led up to that. But for the first time in nearly twenty years he wanted it to be lovemaking instead of sex. He wanted to know all about her, and maybe he even wanted to share some of himself as well.
“What do you want to know?” he asked. He felt as if he could tell her anything.
“I don’t know. I just want to learn more about you,” she replied. “Tell me a story, or something that defines you.”