It isn’t anything fancy. Just a pale blue mid-thigh length summer dress that matches the color of the accents on my Bronco.
I slip on some cute sandals and pull out my Polaroid camera. I take a picture and remind myself to slip it into his wallet or something.
I pull out my phone and Google BBQ joints that are still open.
It’s not super late, almost 10:30 p.m., but some places close early on Sundays.
Sunday.I think that’s what made me miss him most. This is the first Sunday he has worked since I moved in.
He volunteered to take a patrol shift since they are low on officers this week.
I get into my car and go to pick up food before stalking him on Life360. I pull up behind him. He’s hidden in an alleyway, out of sight.
I walk up to the driver’s window, but before I can knock, he rolls the window down.
“Evening, Officer,” I say with a false-innocent smile.
Fuck, he looks so good.
“Sloane,” he says through gritted teeth as his eyes take me in.
“I figured you’d be hungry. I got us pulled pork sandwiches with hush puppies and extra pickles.” I try to keep my voice evenas he slowly gets out of the car, a dark look in his eyes, making my voice squeak just slightly.
I step back from him, while he steps toward me. He doesn’t say anything. I’m not sure which part worries me more. The fact that he’s not speaking, or the way he looks like he's going to devour me, and not the sandwiches I’d picked up.
He herds me towards the back of the SUV.
“Get in,” he says, popping the latch on the trunk.
I think about fighting with him on it, but the look on his face right now tells me that would not be a good idea.
I quickly climb in, scooting back to make room for both of us.
He follows in after me, closing the door and locking us in the space together.
He takes the paper bag from me and sets it off to the side. He unclips his utility belt and climbs over me, pressing me into the floor of the car. My dress hiking up my thighs as I let my legs fall open in order to accommodate him.
“You think you can show up here, in something like this, when I haven’t even kissed you properly in days, and I won’t ruin you?” he whispers, my heart pounding in my chest as he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head.
I’ve never seen him like this.
We’ve gotten heated before, but this was almost…feral.
“I just wanted to see you,” I whisper. My heart races in my chest, but in a good way. He growls, the hottest and scariest sound I think I’ve ever heard.My stomach flutters with butterflies, and a warm feeling rushes down to my core. I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited for something I’m scared of.
“Yeah, is that what it is?” All I can do is nod.
He pushes my dress up around my hips. He looks down at my lace thong, twisting it in his fingers and ripping it off my body like it directly offended him or something.
“Wearing this?” he growls, holding up what’s left.
“Those were my favorite pair,” I whine, trying to joke, but I don’t think he finds me funny.
“Open your mouth,” he demands.
“W-what?” I whimper.
“Wouldn’t want anyone to hear what I’m about to do to you, baby,” he hums, his eyes almost black as he leans over me and presses a kiss to my forehead before slipping the lace into my parted lips.
