“Yes. You know I wouldn’t drink and drive. Why did you pull me over?” she said.
“You weaved into the other lane.” He stepped back and straightened.
She stared at his gun and the handcuffs hooked to his belt before her gaze dipped to his crotch. Her face flushed and she hurriedly looked away. Was now the time to be thinking about his cock?
No, it definitely wasn’t.
“Step out of the car.”
“Are you kidding me?” she said. “Gideon, c’mon. You know I don’t drink and drive. Just give me a warning for distracted driving and let me go.”
“Step out of the car,” Gideon repeated. “Don’t make me ask you again.”
She hesitated a moment longer. Gideon made a low noise of disapproval and opened her car door. Keeping her arms crossed over her chest, she climbed out of her car and glared at him.
“You’re a real dick, Gideon.”
His gaze narrowed. “You might want to think twice before insulting a police officer.”
“You gonna arrest me for hurting your feelings?” she said. “Does the big bad sheriff hate it when a woman makes fun of him?”
“Enough,” Gideon growled. “You’re doing a sobriety test.”
“Like hell, I am!” she nearly shouted. “I am not drunk.”
“Either do a sobriety test or park your car and walk home,” he said.
She glared at him. “Fine, I’ll walk.”
A brief look of shock crossed his face. She poked him hard in the chest and he grunted in surprise as she said, “Get out of my way so I can start walking.”
He didn’t, and she poked him again. He scowled at her. “Don’t do that again, Grace.”
Slowly and deliberately, she poked him for a third time in the chest. His nostrils flared and she squeaked in surprise when he grabbed her arms and turned her around. He pulled her arms away from her chest and pushed them onto the top of her car as he pinned her against the car with his hard body.
She stopped squirming immediately, her nerve endings lit on fire by the feel of Gideon’s body against hers.
“Let go of me,” she said in a trembling voice.
“You assaulted a police officer,” he said into her ear. “You’re lucky I don’t arrest you right here.”
His breath tickled her ear and she supposed she should have been freaking out about the possibility of spending a night in jail. Instead, she was being consumed by all sorts of images of Gideon and his handcuffs and just how he might use them on her.
Her pussy throbbed and her nipples tightened and if she was any wetter, she’d be fucking drowning in her own come.
“I – I poked you,” she squeaked out and then cleared her throat. “It was hardly an assault.”
“How much have you had to drink?” he said again. “You were weaving.”
“Oh, for God’s sake. I was taking off my bra.”
“What?”
“My bra.” He was still holding her arms on the top of her car, so she thrust her chin in the direction of her back seat. “My bra’s in the back seat. I was taking it off while I was driving and that’s why I weaved, okay?”
“Keep your hands on the top of the car,” he said. He released her hands and shone his flashlight in the back window. Her bra was lying on the seat and her cheeks burned as Gideon studied it before flicking off the light.
“Happy?” she said. “It was just a bit of distracted driving. If you don’t mind, I – oh God! Gideon wh-what is that?”
* * *
The moment he saw the lacy pink bra in the back seat, all of the blood drained from Gideon’s head to his dick. It went from half-hard to fully erect in less than five seconds. Grace wasn’t wearing a bra. She was wearing a thin dress and no bra. If he wanted to, he could tug down that dress and lick and suck on her nipples. He’d finally know what colour they were, finally know how they’d taste, and how she would sound when he sucked on them.
Grace was speaking to him, but it was lost in the haze of lust that had descended over him. The sensible part of his brain was screaming at him, but it was muffled and barely louder than a whisper. He stepped closer and let his erection press against Grace’s lovely ass.
“Oh God!” she said. “Gideon, wh-what is that?”
He stepped back. This was madness. He needed to tell her to get into her car and drive home. He opened his mouth and said, “Spread your legs.”
She stared over the top of her car as her fingers curled into tight fists. “Why?”
“You assaulted a police officer. I need to check you for weapons.” He pressed his cock against her ass again. His pulse pounded when her back arched just the tiniest amount at the contact. He stared at her upper back and shoulders. The thin straps of her dress were flush against her skin and he pictured sliding them down her arms. He placed his hands on her wrists and lowered his mouth to her ear.
“Spread your legs for me, Gracie,” he said in a low voice.
She moaned and spread her legs. He stepped between them and rested his dick against her ass. She moaned again, and he nearly came in his fucking pants when she ground her ass against him.
“Don’t move,” he said harshly.
She stiffened, and he slowly slid his hands up her forearms to her upper arms. Her skin was satin soft, and he breathed in her delicious scent as he gently patted her upper arms.
“Gideon,” she whispered. “What are you doing?”
“Checking you for weapons,” he said.
He curved his hands around her shoulders and stroked her upper chest. She twitched when he ran his fingers over her collarbone.
“Stay still, Princess,” he said.
She shivered all over when he said her nickname. He ran his hands down her back to the generous curve of her waist. He cupped her waist and squeezed lightly before moving his hands to her stomach. He felt her suck it in as he stroked her round belly. He made a noise of disapproval and traced his finger along the curve of her lower belly.
“That tickles,” she said.
He moved his hands to her hips and cupped them. She inhaled sharply. “Gideon!”
“You’re not carrying anything that’s going to hurt me, are you, Princess? Nothing concealed that will poke or stick me?”
“Where would I have it concealed?” she said.
He bit back his laughter as she said, “You’re one to talk about poking. I know that’s not your damn gun digging into my – oh my God!”
He had crouched behind her and his hands were sliding up her calves. She started to close her legs and he slapped her right calf lightly. “Keep them open, Princess.”
She stopped moving and he murmured, “good girl” under his breath. Her delightful ass was right in his face and it was taking all of his willpower not to bite one plump cheek. Instead he slid his hands up both her calves to her knees.
“Gideon?” Her usual self-confidence had disappeared, and she sounded nervous and unsure.
“Stay still, Gracie,” he said.
She trembled as he ran his hands up the outside of her thighs under her dress. He moved his hands to the back of her thighs just below the swell of that delectable ass and she made a low moan of need when his fingers slipped to her inner thighs. Her legs widened automatically, and he groaned inwardly before sliding his hands down her inner thighs to her knees.