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He's so much bigger than me. How have I never noticed that before? The way he's got me pinned makes it clear that there's no chance I can overpower him. I'm not going anywhere unless he lets me.
Heat wells up between my legs and leaks out of my core in a new wave. My clit is throbbing and there's no way to relieve that ache with my hands in cuffs and my feet spread out by his.
My fingers curl around him. Exploring the length of him and gasping at how incredibly hard he is.
I've read a lot of spicy books but I'm not prepared for feeling the real thing when it's in my hand under the thick material of his uniform slacks.
It's not enough. I want to feel more of him. I need to hold him in my hand, I want the heat and the heft of him filling my palm...and other things.
Maybe it's me reaching for the zipper on his fly, or the way I push back to grind my ass against his hip, or maybe it's the embarrassingly needy little whimper that I can't hold in, but the spell is broken.
Hawk jumps backward, putting empty air between us and leaving me feeling cold and empty where I was burning up a second ago.
"Terra."
His voice is a warning-- like he's scolding me for misbehaving. That just makes me more turned-on.
"Fine, whatever, Hawk." I grumble, spinning to face him and giving him a glare to show him how much I disapprove of him suddenly remembering the stupid rules.
I'm flustered and needy and if he's not going to get me off then I want to go home so I can do it myself.
"If you're not going to play, just let me go."
I pull my hands to one side to show him where they're still cuffed behind me.
For the first time since he found out it's me in here, I feel like I'm in real trouble.
The county sheriff's SUV idles just outside with the headlights pointing directly at the partially open door. Everything lower than two feet is lit up like Christmas in here, but it makes for harsh shadows that cling to every corner and contour around us-- including Hawk.
Tension draws tight between us as I watch the shadows darken his face, turning the congenial features I'm used to seeing into something dangerous.
A second ticks by and I steel myself for my first ride in the back of a cop car.
Then something happens. It's like an electrical current jumps between us and Hawk snaps. Suddenly I'm spun around, facing away from him again but the grip he has on me is far from procedure.
One arm is wrapped around my torso, pinning me tightly against his chest with his hand gripping my chin to force my head back against his chest.
If my hands weren't still cuffed behind me, he'd have that massive ridge in his pants pressed between my ass cheeks. Instead, it lines up with my hands again. This time, when I curl my fingers around his girth, he doesn't move away. He presses closer, trapping my hands between us and making it difficult for me to explore the way I want to.
His other hand is dropping quickly from my stomach to the space between my legs where I'm on fire now.
"'Play?'" It's a whisper tickling my ear with his hot breath and making my nipples harden. There's a catch in his voice that makes it sound like he’s about to break.
“You're going to be the fucking death of me, Rebel."
One strong hand keeps my head pulled back against his shoulder while the other slides between my legs over my jeans.
The pressure against my aching pussy is almost enough to make me come just like that.
My fingers squeeze tighter, my hands fighting to move along his shaft despite the thick material of his uniform and the awkwardness of the handcuffs.
When he reaches farther to run his fingers firmly along the seam of my pants I melt against his chest. Dropping my head back on his shoulder voluntarily with a moan as I widen my stance to give him more room to touch me down there.
The hand on my jaw relaxes, sliding down my throat with a firm grip that's also weirdly tender before his arm moves lower and that hand cups my breast.
When his fingers pinch my nipple, it's enough to make me tremble even through the thick hoodie I’m wearing.
I always thought that when I started sexually experimenting with a real, live, man, that I'd be one of those vocal women that remember what words are so I could ask for what I want.
