An Excerpt from:  TO PROTECT AND SERVE

© Copyright KIMBERLY DEAN, 2009.

Black Lace,  August 2009

‘Could you step out of the car, Ms Cole?’

Her head snapped towards him, and her thighs clenched hard.  ‘Out of the car?’

He stepped back a pace. 

‘Oh… Okay… Of course.’  Her hand nearly slipped off the door handle, she was suddenly so nervous.  What had she done?

He took another step back as she opened the door, and she felt his gaze on her become more intent.  It started on her strappy high-heeled shoe and the expanse of bare leg as she started to get out.  The attention made her hesitate.  A soft breeze wafted through the car then, caressing her skin and sending a shiver of awareness down her spine.  She stood nervously, gripping her car door with one hand and the roof of her car with the other.

The position left her trapped.  He was in her personal space, and heat radiated from his big body.  She had to tilt her head back to look up into his face.  The light still wasn’t good.  She couldn’t see him clearly, but she could tell he wasn’t a handsome man.  His features were rough-hewn, his jaw strong and his nose just a little crooked.  His mouth was tight, but his eyes were alive.  Filled with a dark fire, they burned her as he stared at her.

Karina’s breaths came harder, her breasts lifting and falling with each sharp inhale and exhale.

He was looking for something in her.  What that was, she couldn’t tell.  She just felt her stomach tighten in response.  While that didn’t surprise her, the stiffening of her nipples did.

Suddenly, those dark thoughts on the edge of her consciousness couldn’t be repressed any longer.  They flooded her brain, pushing out common sense and swamping her body with sensation.

The abandonment scared her.  She’d never been one to indulge in fantasies.  She was too practical and hard-working.  Yet here she was, under police scrutiny in the middle of a deserted county road, with her panties sopping wet.

‘Where are you headed, Ms Cole?’

He edged closer, and her entire body gave one pulsing throb. ‘I’m late for a party in Highland Hills.’

‘You’re a long ways from there.’

‘I’m lost.’

A muscle in his jaw worked.  ‘Good thing I found you.’