I cut the engine and stride over to her, taking my sweet-ass time like a cop would do even though I want to touch her so damn badly.
When I reach the driver’s side window, I tap on it.
She rolls it down, flashing an innocent but curious grin. “Was I speeding, officer?”
“You know you were,” I tell her. “You got someplace to be?”
Her pretty pink lips form a taunting O. “I have to get to this hot guy’s house. You understand, right?”
I grunt, then shake my head. “No,” I say sternly. “You better not be speeding to get to some other man.” I bend to lean on the window.
“But officer, he makes me sooo wet,” she says, then subtly, ever so subtly, spreads her thighs.
A wild rumble fills my chest. She’s going to test all my control.
“Get out,” I command.
She bats her lashes. “But don’t you want to see my license and registration? Or are you forgetting how to do your job?”
“Don’t tell me how to do my job. For that, you need to spread your legs,” I order.
“Ooh, you’re a bad cop,” she says, nibbling on the corner of her lips.
“And you’re a bratty girl,” I say, then grab the handle and yank open the door. “Out. Now.”
With a defiant stare, she rises, stands in front of me, and crosses her arms, pushing up those glorious tits.
Dear god.
She’s wearing the world’s shortest skirt, along with the universe’s sexiest heels.
“My guy won’t like that you called me bratty,” she taunts.
“You broke the speed limit, miss.” I step closer, drag my nose along her neck, inhaling her cherry blossom scent. It drives me wild. “Go around to the other side of the vehicle,” I tell her.
“What if I don’t want to? Will you put these on me?” She darts out with nimble fingers and grabs a pair of cuffs from my back pocket.
New ones. I bought them today.For her.And I fucking tremble as I picture putting them on her and then torturing her deliciously with my hands.
She dangles the cuffs in front of me, the temptress.
I snatch them from her. “Move. Now.”
“If you say so,” she says, then struts around the back of the car, shaking that perfect ass.
Desire claws at me. But we’re not even close to ending the scene yet. I fight off the cloud of lust, stalk around the back of the car, and come right up to her, my chest against hers, all of Los Angeles below us, the city lights twinkling in the distance.
But here on the side of the road, it’s quiet enough. Even though anyone could come by. What a rush. “Turn around, miss. Spread your legs.”
She whirls, reaches for the hem of her skirt, lifts it.
My skin sizzles. She’s wearing white lace panties that barely cover her luscious cheeks.
I want to bite that sweet ass.
But she’s so damn defiant. “I said…spread them,” I grit out.
She flashes her vixen gaze my way. “Make me, officer.”