“No,” she whispers, “this is a first for me. I was just coming from my parents’ place and was singing along to some music. I didn’t realize I was speeding,” she babbles. She blinks a few times, a meekness in her voice which makes me want to wrap my arms around her and protect her. “I was speeding, though, right? That’s what you’re saying and why you pulled me over?”

Fuck.

Something about her makes me incredibly glad I pulled her over while feeling like the worst piece of shit ever to exist because I’ve done my job. “You were speeding,” I grumble, not wanting to admit it.

Her face falls and it tears at something inside of me. I never want to see that look on her face again. My shoulder slump because I’ve made her feel anything other than blissful happiness.

As I shove her license and registration back inside her car, unable to force myself away to go and run the information, even though I should, I keep my voice soft and soothing, “You weren’t going far above the limit. Just be careful out there. There are some icy patches, and I would hate to see you get in an accident.”

Even the notion of her being hurt has my chest constricting painfully. What the hell is going on right now?

“Th-thank you, Officer Montgomery,” she breathes out.

My cock throbs at the way she addresses me and the tone of her voice. I need to get the fuck out of here. I give a nod and turn to step away from the car, but something tugs me back.

“What’s your name?” The question tumbles from my lips before I can stop it. Don’t even ask what the hell is wrong with me because I’m wondering the same damn thing.

“Morgan,” there’s confusion in her voice.

But I don’t stick around. I can’t. Then I sit in my vehicle and watch Morgan’s car disappear while wondering if I’ll ever see her again.

CHAPTER 2

MORGAN

His strong hands slide up my thighs, squeezing every few inches like he wants to remind me he’s here. Between my thighs. Right where he belongs. It doesn’t make any sense, but I can feel his contentment, his pleasure, and his determination.

When I look down, all I can see is the mop of dark hair at the top of his head. It’s thick and luscious, begging for my fingers to tangle in the strands. It beckons me and who am I to deny the call? My hands slide down my belly until my fingers touch his hair.

My fingers dive into the slightly longer strands on top of his head even though I know the shorter hair on the sides would make the nerve endings of my fingertips wake up and take notice. Officer Montgomery’s eyes, dark and filled with need, slide up my torso until they lock with mine. He holds me steady, and it has nothing to do with the way his large hands are gripping my thighs.

As he spreads my legs wider, he settles down like he’s planning to stay where he is for a long time. My back arches in anticipation. It’s not like I want him to move. How could I when his eyes are promising pleasure I’ve never known before?

No, not because I’m a blushing virgin. It’s just a feeling he brings out in me. Wild and unencumbered. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before. Like the air around us is sizzling and sparking.

I try and breathe deeply, needing oxygen, but it’s impossible. Panting breaths are the best I can do and it’s not nearly enough.

Something feral flashes in his eyes as he takes a deep breath, and I feel my cheeks heat. I’m sure they’re bright red right now. Can he smell how wet I am for him? The smirk on his face, a mask of pure sinful indulgence, says he can.

If I could pull my legs together and hide how much he turns me on, I would, but I can’t. His broad shoulders won’t allow it. And, then again, do I even really want to?

No. I don’t think I do. I want what his eyes are promising.

The way the hot puffs of air coming from his mouth slide along my skin has me wanting. Wishing. Needing.

A sound comes from the back of my throat, one filled with pleading desperation. I’ve never made such a sound before.

I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want Officer Montgomery.

“I’ve got you, Treasure,” his voice is a deep rumble which slides from where his mouth is hovering above my dripping wet pussy to the rest of my body. It’s a jolt of electricity to my system, one that has the hair on my arms standing on edge. “I’ll always have you. Mine. My Treasure,” he growls.

As he starts to lower his head, it feels like I live a thousand lifetimes. How can he move so slowly when his eyes are glinting with a dangerous hunger?

“Please,” I moan and try to push my hips up to meet his mouth.

I don’t move though. I can’t. Not with the way he has me pinned down against my mattress. It should probably make me feel claustrophobic and trapped, but it doesn’t. It makes me feel safe and seen.

It makes no fucking sense.