If only she knew how close I am to doingjust that.
“Don’t make this any harder, miss,” I reply, clenching my jaw. Am I talking to her or the erection expanding in my pants?
I’m already in trouble with the department, and what I’m doing now could ruin my career.
But I just can’t help myself.
“I get it.” She nods, stepping out of her car. “You’re another power-hungry policeman who thinks—"
A slight whiff of her scent drifts into my nostrils. Fresh flowers and citrus. I’m used to the smell of worn leather, bad coffee, gasoline, and gun powder. Her girlish fragrance sets my body humming and a pulse of blood straight to my cock.
Unable to hold back, I reach in and cuff her left wrist. Her skin is soft, like smooth, buttery silk, and my hand nearly bursts like it’s filled with fireworks. She gasps as I spin her around, press her against the car, and cuff her right wrist. Then I look down.
Damn. Goddamn.
From behind, the view of her ass is complete perfection. I’m growling as my eyes rake the perfect curves of her mouth-watering hips. Pure femininity.
No man has touched her. I can feel it. No man has had her, and no man ever will.
No man but me.
“Briar Beeman, you are under arrest for criminal speeding and resisting arrest.”
“Resisting arrest!?” she protests. “What? A girl can’t talk back to you, Mr. Big Man?”
Spunk. So much spunk.
I love it.
My pulse pounds as I lead her back to the cruiser. She squirms and twists against my grip in a way that would normally bring out my rough side. But I’m gentle as a lamb as I set her in the back seat.
My hands don’t want to let go. I nearly break as I pull back and close the door.
Breathing heavily, I get in the front seat and put the car in drive. Glancing back, I can see she’s watching me. Not afraid. It’s like she’s studying me. Trying to figure out who I am.
Good luck with that, angel.
I pull a hard U-turn and blast back to the station, the lights of her abandoned Honda glowing in the rearview.
“I worked months to buy that car,” she snaps. “If someone steals it, you owe me.”
I’m a cop. It’s my job to enforce the law, not break it.
“Don’t you worry. I’ll take care of you.”
And you have no idea.I’m going to hell for this. And I don’t care.
There’s no way I’m letting her go.
She’s mine.
2
BRIAR
My mommaalways told me that talking back would get me in trouble. But it was clear from the start that this cop had his mind made up.
I’m being punished, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
