Page 23 of Rescuing Erin

“More,” she panted. The word pulled me from my fog, just as it had done the first time. “Please don’t pull away this time.”

My cock begged me to take what she was offering, but decency and integrity won the internal fight. She, by some miracle, had somehow saved her virginity, and there was no way I was taking something so special in a flea-bag motel off the side of the highway. Erin deserved more.

“I can’t. Not here. Not like this.”

“Please, Colin.”

There was no amount of pleading that would break my determination not to take her here.

“Sunshine.”

“I’m ready. I’m begging you. Please don’t stop.”

Her hips lifted, and she moved her hands lower, shoving them under the material of my pants massaging my bare ass.

“Erin . . .” Now I was the one begging.

“Just touch me.”

Sweet mother of God. I’d never been so tempted in my life. The sweet smell of her excitement, the silk in her voice, her soft hands on my body. But it was more than the physical temptations, it was the promise of her. The fragments of my solitary life all being drawn into her orbit. I didn’t understand the pull and wasn’t questioning it.

“No further.”

“No further,” she agreed. “But I want to touch you, too. Take these off.”

“No. My pants stay on.”

“Colin.”

“No. My pants do not need to come off for me to make you feel good.”

I rolled to my side and got on my knees. Fuck, she was beautiful. Too beautiful and too special to have to touch the nasty comforter with her bare skin. This was wrong, all wrong.

“What’s the matter?”

“I can’t Erin. Not here in this bed. The thought of your naked flesh touching anything in this room is repulsive. You’re too good for this.”

“I’m not—”

“You are. I swear there are very few things right now that could stop me from getting you off, but this is one of them.”

Her face fell in defeat, and I hated it. Hated that it made me think of the first time she’d kissed me, and I’d lied to her, purposefully hurting her feelings.

I lay back down and gathered her into my arms, pulling her body mostly over mine.

“Remember the night of the charity event when you called me a coward?”

“Yes.” Her body locked, and she started to pull away.

“Relax, sunshine.” I waited until she went lax to continue. “I lied to you that night. You were right. I was there with you in that kiss, a hundred percent. I felt the connection.”

“What stopped you?”

“Same thing that should be stopping me now. Your dad.”

“Should be or is stopping you?”

“Should be. I told you the reason we stopped tonight.”