Rescue Me(10)

As soon as I step through the door of my office and toss my bag of clothes on the couch, my phone rings again. God, I am so fucking sick of Tonya calling all the damn time! She knew what she was getting into when we started sleeping together.

“What?” I yell into the phone.

“Adam?”

Oh fuck me. It isn’t Tonya.

“Erin. Is something wrong?” I ask with worry.

“No. It’s just, um…it’s late and you left Shayne’s house, and well, um...I started to get a little worried, is all. Are you coming home?”

By the tone of her voice I would say she wants me to come home, but damn it I am done playing games with her.

“Adam? Are you still there?” she frets.

“Yes, I’m here. Listen, Erin. I’m going to stay at my office for a couple of days and we can talk when I come home.”

“Oh. Okay. Well, I just wanted to talk so I guess we can do that when you get back.”

Her voice is so soft and she sounds so worried. All I want to do is go home and take her in my arms and never let her go.

Then what the hell are you doing still standing here, you dumbass? Grab your shit and go.

“Hey, give me twenty minutes or so and I’ll be there, okay?”

“Okay, Adam. I’ll be waiting,” she whispers. I just hope she wants to talk about the same things that I do.

It takes me less than twenty minutes to get to my house and as I park my truck in the garage and start to climb out, I begin to get nervous. I feel like a damn teenage boy who is dying to ask a girl out on a damn date. What the hell is wrong with me? Opening and then closing the door to my house as quietly as I can, I tiptoe across the floor so I don’t wake up the girls. Making my way through the house I notice the only room with a light on is Erin’s.

I stand in her doorway and admire just how enticingly stunning she really is. She doesn’t notice me at first, but when she does, her head darts up and we stare into each other’s eyes for who knows how long until she looks away.

“Can I come in?” I ask cautiously.

Lifting her gaze she slowly nods her head. The minute I step inside, I am surrounded by her scent. God, she smells so fucking good. I have no idea how to describe it...it’s unique. It’s simply, Erin. I can feel her watching me as I cross the room and sit in the chair at her desk. She seems so uneasy and I have no clue if she is going to tell me what I so desperately want to hear or if she is going to tell me to go fuck myself. Whichever one it is I can’t take it anymore, so I break the ice by speaking first.

“I’m not going to tell you I’m sorry for what happened tonight Erin, because I’m not.”

My eyes meet hers again and I’m floored. Never in a million years would I expect this woman to look at me like she wants to rip my fucking clothes off. The carnal expression on her face makes me lean back in my chair. She doesn’t say a word as she stands up and walks over to me, bending down so she is about an inch away from my face.

I’m even more shocked when she says, “I don’t want you to be sorry, Adam. You were right. I want you just as much as you want me.”

I don’t give her time to say anything more as I pull her onto my lap and kiss her like there is no tomorrow. I have waited for what seems like forever for her to give me some kind of a damn hint that she wants me.

I need to know what made her change her mind, so I break free of our kiss.

“We need to talk.” I coolly say with my forehead pressed up against hers. “What’s going on in that wonderful head of yours?”

She gets up off of my lap, which I instantly hate because I could keep her there all damn night. She starts to pace back and forth a few times in front of me and I can tell the wheels in her head are turning as she looks everywhere but at me.

“Erin.”

She stops and her voice is unstable as her bottom lip starts to tremble.

“I am so scared. I know Shayne has told you about Joel and me, but I don’t think she told you everything.”

“I don’t need to know everything right now, Erin. The only thing I need to know is that you will let me do everything I can do to show you it’s me standing here in front of you and it’s me who wants to get to know every part of you.” I pause and then reach out and cup her delicate face with my hand. “Let me take you on a date.”

“A date?”

“Yes, sweetheart. A date. You see, there is so much I do know about you, yet there is so much I don’t. So you let me take care of everything,” I plead.

“Okay,” she says shyly.

I drop my hand from her face and kiss her softly one last time, but before I make it out the door, I turn around with as much certainty in my voice as I can muster. “Erin, you’re amazing and I am one lucky man to be able to show you just how amazing you truly are.”