Chapter Twenty-Five
Ishimmied into the fitted uniform, buttoning the front before evaluating myself in the mirror. Hair up or down? I debated, twisting up my wavy locks and then letting them fall. I pursed my lips.Up.
As I was twisting it back into a bun, Hunter called to me from the bedroom. “I have to go back to New York this week,” he said. Or at least I was fairly certain that was what he’d said. His voice was a bit muffled, and he sounded off.
I peeked my head around the corner, watching him without him realizing it. He looked undeniably sexy, sitting atop the plush comforter in his pants and dress shirt. The top buttons had been undone to reveal a sliver of tanned skin. But he also looked stressed. He frowned down at his phone, and I wanted to smooth the wrinkle between his brows.
I returned to the closet, unseen, and finished my preparations.
Sexy uniform? Check.
Kick-ass lingerie? Check.
Handcuffs and key? Check. Check.
I strode into the bedroom, eagerly anticipating his reaction, but he didn’t even glance up from his phone.
“Sorry, babe. Just a—” He typed something. “Second.” He tapped the screen a few more times then said, “Done,” and set his phone on his nightstand.
He scanned up from the floor, past the over-the-knee leather boots, his eyes lingering hungrily on my bare thighs. His smile continued to grow when he spotted the sexy police officer uniform I was sporting, which was definitely not LAPD regulation length or fit.
“Aww, baby. You remembered,” he said with a sexy smirk.
I stilled. “Remembered what?”
He folded an arm behind his head, leaning back to rest against the headboard. “Our four-month anniversary.” I tried to gauge his sincerity.
Four-month anniversary?Had we really been together that long? And did anyone actually celebrate something so trivial and ridiculous as four months of dating?
He burst out laughing. “Man, I really had you going there for a minute. I totally made that up, by the way.”
I kept my face neutral as I sauntered over to the bed. We’d been getting too comfortable. Too domesticated. Christmas together. A dog. Saying “I miss you.” It was a slippery slope. Hence the sexy police officer routine.
“You’re going to regret that,” I teased.
“Oh, am I?” His lips curled into a delighted grin.
“Hunter,” I rasped, crawling across the bed toward him.
He wasn’t laughing anymore. His eyes darkened, and he licked his lips as I continued to prowl toward him. I settled myself on his lap, pleased by the way his cock nudged my entrance through his pants. It didn’t take much to get him hard, and I wondered if that was just me. I wanted to think it was, but he was younger, virile.
He placed his hands on my hips, and I allowed it—for now. I brushed my nose against his, ghosting my lips over his. He smelled of mint and bourbon, and he tasted like home.
He arched his hips, his erection eager to penetrate the layers of fabric separating us. I was just as eager, but I wanted to toy with him first. I wanted to tease him as mercilessly as he had me the other night. I wanted to make him as wild as I was for him. I wanted to watch him lose control.
As much as I wanted to keep kissing him, I pulled away. His breathing was ragged when he threaded his hand through my hair, attempting to draw me closer once more.
“Nuh-uh-uh.” I stood from his lap, unwilling to let him deter me from my plan.
I backed away from the bed, curling my finger in a come-hither motion. He sat there a minute, an adoring look in his eyes, before complying. He pushed off the bed, stalking toward me like a man intent on his prey.
Before he could get too close, I held up my palm. “Stop.”
“Mm. Really getting into this fantasy, huh?” He grinned.
“Stop talking,” I snapped, but he knew I was playing a game. I could tell by the way his eyes widened and then sparkled with amusement.
I stepped closer. “I hear you’ve been breaking hearts all over the place.”
