The angle is perfect, deep and intimate, and I can see everything in his face as I move above him. His dark brown eyes are intense, locked on mine, his jaw clenched, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
We find a rhythm together, slow and intense, our bodies learning each other in the confines of the patrol car. The cold air keeps us pressed close together, seeking warmth in each other, our skin slick with sweat, our bodies glistening under the dim light.
His hands roam my body, squeezing and kneading, his fingers digging into my flesh, marking me as his. I lean down, my breasts pressing against his chest, my nipples hard and aching, the friction between us driving me wild.
“Sawyer,” I cry out, my body tensing, my inner muscles clenching around him as I come undone, my orgasm ripping through me, leaving me breathless and shaking.
He follows soon after, his body tensing beneath me, his breath catching as he finds his release, his body shuddering beneath mine. We collapse together, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating as one.
Afterward, we stay wrapped together under the blanket, my head on his chest, his fingers tracing patterns on my bare shoulder. My body still tingles.
“Well,” I say eventually. “That’s one way to celebrate.”
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Remind me to solve more cases if this is how we celebrate.”
“Well as long as it’s not my family’s cases you’re solving, we should be fine.”
“Fair point.” He pulls the blanket tighter around us. “Are you warm enough?”
“Perfect.” I trace circles on his chest with my finger.
We stay there until the cold gets too intense to ignore, then help each other get dressed, laughing and stealing kisses as we fumble back into our clothes.
“This is definitely going in my top ten patrol car experiences,” Sawyer says as he starts the engine.
“Please tell me that’s a very short list.”
“Very short. Kinda like you.” He chuckles, playfully nudging my shoulder with his. I'm not short. Sawyer is just extremely tall. Tall enough to tower over me without even trying.
The drive back to town is quiet, comfortable, my hand in his on the center console.
When he walks me to my door, he kisses me goodnight like it’s a promise.
“I had a good time tonight, Alicat. I’m sorry our first time together wasn’t in an actual bed.”
“That’s okay. I never get to be spontaneous.”
I watch him drive away, then go inside and straight to my bathroom for a hot shower. As I stand under the spray, warming up from our outdoor adventure, I can’t stop smiling.
My phone buzzes and see it’s a text from Sawyer.
Sawyer: Ida lincoln ocean victor edward young ocean union
Me: What does that mean?
Sawyer: You’ll see ;)
Chapter 42
Sawyer
Thecallcomesona Tuesday morning while I’m finishing my coffee and getting ready for shift. Unknown number, which usually means spam, but something makes me answer.
“Sawyer Edwards?”
“Speaking.”
“This is Captain Rodriguez from the county personnel office. I’m calling about your sergeant examination results.”
