can arrest you for having an open
container-"
She cut him off. "I can't get arrested. I'm a
teacher!"
"I don't want to arrest you. I want you to
follow me to my house and we can decide what the penalty is going
to be for letting me believe you had a husband all this time." He
reached through the open window and touched her for the first time.
His big, rough hand slid to her ear, and his thumb rubbed across
her top lip. Lightning speared through her.
"That's blackmail." It was whispered. The
movement of her mouth brushed her lips against his thumb. She
stared up into his eyes.
"Semantics. I've wanted you for a long time.
You knew I thought you were married. That bullshit lie won't work
anymore. Follow me home. Now." He turned and walked away.
Chapter Two
Amy parked her car in his double driveway
next to his pick-up. The drive to his house had been accomplished
in under five minutes. The whole way, she tried to contain the
hysteria so close to the surface. She didn't really think he would
arrest her. But she didn't know for sure. Was that just her excuse
to come here, to be alone with him?
She turned the key off and pulled it out of
the ignition. She sat in shock while he came around and opened her
door. Her hand trembled as he picked it up and helped her out. She
stood next to him. She couldn't remember ever standing this close
to him before. He was always so intimidating with his height and
build. She tended to stay across the room when he and his partner
had control of her kids. Before tonight, she had never touched him.
Not even a handshake. When they were introduced, she had been
standing in front of her students, and never came close. She
remembered smiling at him, but she was too nervous to get close.
Even in a classroom setting, he always looked ready to pounce.
"Okay Amy, inside." He reached across her
seat and grabbed her bags. The car door slammed with a final click.
He took her hand again and started dragging her to the back door.
She looked around in a daze as he unlocked the door and stepped
back to let her enter. She hesitated, then crossed the threshold
into the kitchen. The door slammed shut. She turned to face him,
like she was facing her executioner. Trepidation colored her
eyes.
He lounged indolently against the door. "I've
got you now."
Fear and excitement slid through her. Her
fantasies had never been this bold, this tangible. Her heartbeat
slammed into her lungs making breathing difficult.
She watched him leaning there, his posture
oozing satisfaction. She knew. She always knew he wanted her.
He was so tall. He was at least a couple of
inches over six feet. And she was--well, she was very puny. His
shoulders were wide. His biceps bulging through the sleeves of his
tee shirt. The holster wrapped around his shoulders, the gun
clinging to him, part of him. His jeans molded lovingly to his
thighs, his booted feet were crossed casually at the ankles.
"I don't remember telling you my first name.
How did you know?" She tried to make her voice sound casual. She
was a mess inside.
"I ran your plates." His voice was
clipped.
"Oh. I see. And do I get to know your name,
Lieutenant?" She would be just as cool as he was. She could do
this. Even if her thoughts were racing and her nerves were
screaming.
"Jake." His short, concise answers were
starting to make her tension escalate. She wanted to demand an
explanation for his actions, but was afraid to. One wrong word from
her might provoke him.
Jake watched the gorgeous woman in front of
him. He had wanted her from the first moment he saw her. She was
maybe medium height, fine-boned, and delicate. He knew he could
pick her up with one hand. Her hair was dark, almost black, like
his. It was long, and fell in soft waves around her face and
shoulders. Her eyebrows were delicate slashes emphasizing those cat
shaped eyes. She was so fucking hot. He felt another rush of blood
to his groin and tension started to grip him. Shit, when she had
said she wasn't
container-"
She cut him off. "I can't get arrested. I'm a
teacher!"
"I don't want to arrest you. I want you to
follow me to my house and we can decide what the penalty is going
to be for letting me believe you had a husband all this time." He
reached through the open window and touched her for the first time.
His big, rough hand slid to her ear, and his thumb rubbed across
her top lip. Lightning speared through her.
"That's blackmail." It was whispered. The
movement of her mouth brushed her lips against his thumb. She
stared up into his eyes.
"Semantics. I've wanted you for a long time.
You knew I thought you were married. That bullshit lie won't work
anymore. Follow me home. Now." He turned and walked away.
Chapter Two
Amy parked her car in his double driveway
next to his pick-up. The drive to his house had been accomplished
in under five minutes. The whole way, she tried to contain the
hysteria so close to the surface. She didn't really think he would
arrest her. But she didn't know for sure. Was that just her excuse
to come here, to be alone with him?
She turned the key off and pulled it out of
the ignition. She sat in shock while he came around and opened her
door. Her hand trembled as he picked it up and helped her out. She
stood next to him. She couldn't remember ever standing this close
to him before. He was always so intimidating with his height and
build. She tended to stay across the room when he and his partner
had control of her kids. Before tonight, she had never touched him.
Not even a handshake. When they were introduced, she had been
standing in front of her students, and never came close. She
remembered smiling at him, but she was too nervous to get close.
Even in a classroom setting, he always looked ready to pounce.
"Okay Amy, inside." He reached across her
seat and grabbed her bags. The car door slammed with a final click.
He took her hand again and started dragging her to the back door.
She looked around in a daze as he unlocked the door and stepped
back to let her enter. She hesitated, then crossed the threshold
into the kitchen. The door slammed shut. She turned to face him,
like she was facing her executioner. Trepidation colored her
eyes.
He lounged indolently against the door. "I've
got you now."
Fear and excitement slid through her. Her
fantasies had never been this bold, this tangible. Her heartbeat
slammed into her lungs making breathing difficult.
She watched him leaning there, his posture
oozing satisfaction. She knew. She always knew he wanted her.
He was so tall. He was at least a couple of
inches over six feet. And she was--well, she was very puny. His
shoulders were wide. His biceps bulging through the sleeves of his
tee shirt. The holster wrapped around his shoulders, the gun
clinging to him, part of him. His jeans molded lovingly to his
thighs, his booted feet were crossed casually at the ankles.
"I don't remember telling you my first name.
How did you know?" She tried to make her voice sound casual. She
was a mess inside.
"I ran your plates." His voice was
clipped.
"Oh. I see. And do I get to know your name,
Lieutenant?" She would be just as cool as he was. She could do
this. Even if her thoughts were racing and her nerves were
screaming.
"Jake." His short, concise answers were
starting to make her tension escalate. She wanted to demand an
explanation for his actions, but was afraid to. One wrong word from
her might provoke him.
Jake watched the gorgeous woman in front of
him. He had wanted her from the first moment he saw her. She was
maybe medium height, fine-boned, and delicate. He knew he could
pick her up with one hand. Her hair was dark, almost black, like
his. It was long, and fell in soft waves around her face and
shoulders. Her eyebrows were delicate slashes emphasizing those cat
shaped eyes. She was so fucking hot. He felt another rush of blood
to his groin and tension started to grip him. Shit, when she had
said she wasn't
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