She tried not to feel such a thrill at the effect she had on him, but it was hard.
Hard.
She giggled.
“What?”
“I was thinking it was hard to resist you,” she whispered, modifying her answer a bit. “And you know. Hard. It’s a dirty word.”
He stared down at her. “Oh shit, you’re drunk.”
That just made her laugh harder. “Well, yeah. We’ve been drinking all night.”
“Okay, princess. Let’s take this party home.” He pushed away from the wall and turned to steer her out of the nook.
“But the bull!”
“I’m sure it’ll be here the next time I visit.”
Thatmade her smile. “Next time?”
He just patted her hip and pointed to the alley door.
“I’m not that drunk,” she protested under her breath.
“Then let me take you home because you said my cock was hard, and now I want nothing more than your hands on it,” he growled in her ear.
Oh. Okay, then.
She behaved herself in the back of the hired car, just tangling her fingers with his on the seat in between them. But as soon as Dean let them in the side door of her house and turned on the alarm, she slid her hand down the front of his jeans and gave his still-hard erection a good squeeze. “Hello, officer.”
He grunted and grabbed her wrist, tugging her hand away from his body and spinning her around at the same time. His palm slid up her side, hot and heavy even through her shirt. “You want to play, princess?”
She twisted her head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of him. “Maybe.”
“You think you deserve the white glove treatment, Ms. Hansen?” His breath brushed against her ear as he leaned in and nudged her feet apart with his foot.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“We got a report that you were drinking tonight.”
She smiled and pressed her forehead against the wall. “I’m not sure if I should be answering any questions.”
“Could you pass a sobriety test, ma’am?”
She gasped. “What did I tell you—”
He cut her off with a swat against her bare thigh that stung just enough to send a shiver up her spine. “Apologies,ma’am. Just doing my job.”
“I may have been drinking. But I didn’t drive.”
“And how did you get home?”
“In a hired car.”
“What company?”
“I don’t remember. My bodyguard organized it.”
