Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Good.” I tossed the items in the back and transferred the food there as well. Then I gave her a stern look before turning her around and uncuffing her. I massaged her wrists for a few seconds and turned her back around. I dangled the cuffs from my hand and asked, “Will you behave, or do I need to cuff you in front?”
She bit her lip and furrowed her brow, thinking it over. “Fine,” she huffed. “I’ll behave.” She said the word with disdain, her mouth twisting as though she’d eaten something sour.
I suppressed a smile as I turned her around to face the car’s interior. I was about to boost her up when she craned her neck to look inside, then turned her head to stare at me with narrowed, accusing eyes. “Shouldn’t I be sitting in the back? And where are the bars? And where is your cherry?” It required great restraint to stop myself from commenting on her word choice. “Does this car even have a siren?”
Chuckling, I wrapped my big hands around her waist and easily lifted her into the seat. “You’ve watched too many movies. First, I’m not a patrolman, and this isn’t an official unmarked car, so it’s illegal for me to pull someone over for a traffic violation,” I explained. “Second, my strobe lights are mounted on the visors. Third, my siren is right there.” I pointed at a button near the car’s display screen. “Besides”—my eyes swept over her quickly before they focused on her face, not bothering to disguise my amusement—"I’m confident that I’m safe from a little thing like you.”
Kaia blushed again, making me ache to kiss every inch of her pinkened skin. She snorted and eyed me skeptically. “Little is not a word that is used to describe me.”
I raised a brow and closed the distance between us, looming over her to emphasize the differences in our size. “Tiny,” I insisted.
Pleasure lit Kaia’s blue-brown orbs, but she tried to hide it with a superior lift of her chin. “I could be an expert ninja for all you know.” She did a few awkward karate chops and almost fell out of the seat. I quickly righted her and pulled the seat belt across her chest, giving in to impulse and letting my arm graze her tits as I buckled her in. She gasped but didn’t comment on the connection
“See?” she muttered stiffly. “Ninja.”
I laughed heartily as I shut the door and swiftly rounded the vehicle to climb into the driver’s seat. She was so fucking adorable. There was also a feisty side that turned me the hell on.
It wasn’t a far drive to my precinct, and we rode in silence. When I turned into the parking lot, Kaia sighed. I glanced at her as I maneuvered into an empty spot across the lot that faced the building and killed the engine. She looked a little green. “Why didn’t you tell me you get carsick?” I demanded.
“I don’t,” she stated. In a quivering voice, she added, “Usually.”
Shit. It was the alcohol. Getting her home before she lost the contents of her stomach was going to be tricky.
“Are you really going to do this?” Kaia asked tiredly as she rested her head back and closed her eyes.
I twisted my torso so that I was looking directly at her. “That depends.”
3
Kaia
I peeked an eye open and saw Officer Ewan Kelley—good grief, even his name was sexy—cock his head to the side and observe me thoughtfully.
“Depends on what?” I asked warily. My head was still tipped back against the headrest, and I shut my eyes again to avoid staring at him anymore. I wasn’t sure if he’d noticed that I’d been studying him the whole ride. As an added benefit, I was no longer admiring two of him.
“Baby, I spent a shit ton of time on paperwork today before my team was deployed for a particularly hairy hostage situation. I’m tired as hell and charging you would mean even more paperwork.”
I perked up, hoping he was considering just letting me go. I opened my eyes and straightened up in my seat. I moved a little too fast and had to grab the nearest thing to steady myself, which happened to be Ewan’s arm. The hard muscle and corded veins screamed strength. Once I wasn’t so dizzy, I released him but kept my eyes trained on his face. As I examined him, it was the first time I noticed just how exhausted he looked.
“You’re going to let me go?” I asked optimistically, giving him a bright smile.
He scratched his beard before running both hands through his brown hair. “Not exactly.” His arms folded over his chest, almost distracting me with his panty-melting muscles. His expression had taken on a hard quality that helped me stay on track with our conversation.