I find her in the closet just like I expected. She’s in complete darkness, huddled in the corner. The flashlight beam lands on her, illuminating the silky blonde strands framing her face. Her head is tipped up with her eyes squinting to where I stand in the doorway. A small, predatory smile lifts the corners of my mouth when I see her.
“Dr. Anderson, are you okay? I’ve searched the premises and everything appears to be in order. What exactly did you hear?” I try to school my voice to sound professional.
“Oh, Sergeant Jacobs, I’m so relieved to see you. I can’t really describe what I heard. Since I was alone in the house, I didn’t want to take any chances.” Her voice is slightly above a whisper.
“Let me help you up.” I say as I reach out my hand. She slowly unwraps her arms from around her legs and lifts a delicate hand my way. The minute our fingers touch, a frisson of electricity shoots between us. I know she feels it too because I hear her sharp intake of breath at the contact. I help her to her feet but as she stands her legs give out slightly, and I pull her into my arms to steady her. Her body dissolves into mine.
“Oh,” she almost purrs as her body connects with mine. “How can I thank you for coming so quickly? Did I hear you say your first name is Nathaniel, Sergeant Jacobs?” She plays the game quite convincingly.
“Yes ma’am, but you can call me Nate if you’d like,” I murmur in her ear. What I want to tell her is I can’t wait to hear her screaming my name, but all in good time. “Now that we’re sure you’re safe, let’s get you out of this closet and comfortable.” Continuing our ruse, I turn with my arms still encircling her. “Light switch?” I ask.
“I’d rather keep the lights off for now and…would it be too presumptuous of me to ask you to stay and hold me for a little while? Just until my nerves settle.” She steps out of my arms to take me by the hand and lead me into the bedroom, heading directly for the bed. I follow one step behind, my eyes roaming up and down her incredible body. She’s wearing lingerie that has form-fitting shorts that her ass is half hanging out of and a belly-baring camisole in a light color. My pants grow measurably tighter at that sight.
“Not at all. I’m happy to do whatever you need. Always my pleasure to protect and serve.” I lean down and inhale the tropical scent of her hair just as we reach the bed. She lets go of my hand and turns into my waiting arms, snuggling her face into my neck. My hands move up her sides, cupping her ample breasts. She sighs contentedly at the contact, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Nate,” she breathes, “I’ve been thinking about your touch. I need you. Make me feel good.”
I move my hands to cover her breasts fully and find her nipples are hard. I open my hands and rub my flat palms a little roughly against those puckered centers. I’m rewarded with her groan.
“Tell me, doc—”
She stops me mid-sentence. “Call me Steph. And I want to…,” she says with a hint of mischief in her voice, “put you in those handcuffs of yours.” She quickly reaches down to my duty belt, popping the snap on my cuff case to extract the cuffs in one swift motion. This makes me even harder than I was before. Typically, if anyone reaches for my duty belt, my heart starts pumping for entirely different reasons. I trust Steph and the idea of her handcuffing me takes me to a whole new level of excitement.
“Steph.” My voice rasps with need. I bring my hands up to frame her face, and my lips crush hers. She responds instantly, moving her body against mine. By the time we pull away from the kiss, I can feel the heat in her cheeks and both of us are breathing hard and fast.
“I think if you want to use those cuffs, we’d better turn on a light. And I’ll need to be undressed. I think you should take off my clothes since this is your idea.” My voice is commanding, although I feel completely at her mercy. I take a step backward and reach toward the bedside table where I see the silhouette of a small lamp. Twisting the switch, I get my first real look at her tonight.
I see blonde hair I plan on wrapping around my fist later, big deep blue eyes, and lips that are puffy and pink from my kiss. She is, indeed, wearing a sexy little outfit in a blush color with small hot pink bows at the waistband and the vee of the camisole that shows off her cleavage. Her face and chest are flushed. The rest of her delicate skin is creamy and smooth.
I really want to see her ass in those shorts she’s wearing with the light on. Without saying a word, I motion with my finger for her to spin around. She gives me a shy grin, but immediately complies, and I want to weep at how perfectly the shorts hug those firm, round cheeks.