Arrested By Love
Arrested by Love
By
Kathryn R. Blake
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Copyright (c) 2011 by Blushing Books(r) and Kathryn R. Blake
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Arrested by Love
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Acknowledgements
I'd like to thank Patricia Green for introducing me to Blushing Books. Without her, this book would never have been written. My thanks also go to Bethany at Blushing Books for accepting my story, and Korey Johnson for holding my hand through the process.
Last, but not least, I'd also like to thank my hubby, who, though he really doesn't understand the genre, goes out of his way to support me in so many ways.
KRB
Chapter One
Tiffany Morgan did not need the officer behind her to yelp his siren just to let her know she needed to pull over. She could see the flashing red and blue lights reflecting ominously in her rearview mirror just fine. Thank you very much. With a wince, she slunk down guiltily in her seat. She'd wished and hoped for this, except now she'd wondered if she hadn't been just a little too rash with her plan.
Gazing into her side mirror, Tiffany could feel her rear end clench with dread as Officer Kyle Andrew Sinclair slowly rose out of his car and purposefully strode over to hers. Why couldn't he be like a normal guy and just ask her out? Why did he make her resort to these childish tactics just to get his attention? And dear God, why did he have to look so gorgeously edible in his dark blue winter uniform and cap? Her insides gave a little flip at the thought of talking to him again. All she could do was hope and pray he'd end up reacting as pleased as she'd envisioned him.
However, this wasn't the first time she'd gotten on the wrong side of the handsome, but very strict, officer-of-the-law. And it probably wouldn't be the last. Although, she'd much prefer being on his good side, she was eager to have him on any one of her sides--top, back, right, or left. Just having him next to her made her knees grow weak. He made her feel desirable, feminine and petite.
At five feet six, though not terribly tall, there weren't many men in town that could make Tiffany feel tiny and delicate. However, Kyle always could, and with nothing more than a crook of his finger and a single flash of his rich, dark brown eyes. They were hidden now behind those dark mirrored sunglasses that were so popular. Even so, she had no doubt they were thinly narrowed and scowling at her right then.
He tapped on her closed window. Swallowing, she pressed the button lowering the thin glass barrier that separated them. "Yes, Officer Sinclair?" she asked trying to make her voice sound innocent, yet sexy.
"I believe you should know the routine by now, Miss Morgan. License and registration, please."
"Yes, sir," she replied deferentially in an effort to ease his anger a little. When she'd gotten into trouble before, she accidentally discovered that it pleased him when she deferred to him as "sir."
Handing him the documents she had ready and available on the seat beside her, she watched as he perused them, probably just to make sure she hadn't let either of them lapse. That could get her in hot water with him, too. Kyle was a stickler for following rules and regulations, which was very unfortunate for her. Looking up at his stern features, she patiently waited for him to pass judgment.
He jotted something on the pad he held. No doubt her license number. He fully intended to give her a ticket, except she had other plans. If she had the nerve to carry them out, that is.
"Did you realize you were going 45 in a 20 mile per hour zone? A school zone?" he asked in his official police officer voice.
"Yes, sir," she answered, knowing there was little point in denying it. She had been speeding on purpose in hopes she'd catch the officer's attention. The kiddies were all safe in school, so she wasn't being reckless, exactly, just speeding. Was it possible to barely break the law?
He pushed his glasses down his nose to glare at her straight on. "You knew you were speeding?" he asked, incredulity stamped on his rugged features.
"Yes, sir," she answered, looking up at him and giving him her best ingenuous smile.
Pocketing his pad along with her license and registration, he took a single step back. "Step out of the car, please, Miss Morgan," he snapped, his tone revealing a barely suppressed anger.
Closing her eyes, Tiffany swallowed for courage, then stepped out into the crisp January air as he'd commanded.
"Turn and place your hands on the roof of your car, please," he insisted, his hand on his gun.
Though she did as he ordered without comment, she thought he was really carrying things a bit too far this time. What was he going to do? Shoot her for speeding in a school zone? Frisk her for hidden weapons? She gulped as his strong hands did exactly that. She arched her back, unable to suppress a small groan at the impersonal, yet strangely erotic, pat down he gave her.
"Spread your legs, please," he commanded next, placing his knee between her thighs to ensure her compliance.
Though tempted to lean back and ride the firm thigh pressing against her backside, she restrained herself. His action hadn't really been necessary, since she had no intention of disobeying him, but now her panties were totally soaked through. She was only wearing a jacket and a short, tight skirt, having left her coat in the car, so it wouldn't have taken much for him to check her there, too. However, he was conducting his search in a totally impersonal manner. Damn him.
When he was done, he stepped back. "You may turn around now," he advised, anger still simmering just beneath the surface of his words.
Tiffany knew he hated it when she drove over the speed limit. He considered it reckless driving, which he refused to tolerate. She watched as he pressed his glasses back up his nose and took out his pad again.
"I'm giving you a ticket and recommending you attend mandatory driver training, this time, Miss Morgan." Though she couldn't see his eyes, Tiffany suspected they were simmering with spirals of fury about now. "What you knowingly just did is stupid, reckless and totally unacceptable," he informed her, his tone clipped and cool.
She gazed up at him through lowered lashes. That was her cue. "Um, officer?"
She saw one eyebrow arch above his glasses as he answered, "Yes?"
She wet her lips and provocatively gave her hips a little swing. "Perhaps we could work something out, instead?"
Glasses immediately came down again. "Pardon me?"
She pointedly gazed at his crotch. The evidence that he found her attractive was blatantly obvious. "Perhaps, I could find a way to ease your discomfort, and you could forgive this small lapse of judgment on my part?" She deliberately ran her tongue over her lips just in case he hadn't gotten the message yet. Sometimes men could be a little thick.
If his eyes could physically glare daggers, she'd be one dead cookie by now. "Are you attempting to bribe me with oral sex, Miss Morgan?" he inquired silkily.
She gave him the most suggestive smile she had, then answered, "Among other things...."
"That's it!" he growled, yanking out his handcuffs and turning her so her face was smooshed against the very cold roof of her car. Before she could even say 'don't' he had her hands cuffed behind her back and was marching her over to his police car.
"Ow, Kyle. You're hurting me," she complained, struggling to match his long stride in her tight skirt and shiny black stilettos that she'd hoped made her legs look ten miles long. His grip on her arm lightened slightly, but other than that he was cutting her no slack. She made absolutely no attempt to resist him, since she already knew it would be useless. Besides, this was what she'd been hoping for, right?
"Get in," he commanded, pressing down on her head to protect it as he settled her none-too-gently, she might add, into the back of his cruiser. Then leaning in slightly with his head, he said, "You can just stew there for a few minutes and think about what you did while I decide what to do with you." Then he slammed the door.
That ominous little warning had Tiffany's backside twitching again.
Sitting obediently where he'd put her, Tiffany fumed--silently. This part had not been in her plan at all. She'd imagined him so overcome by his passion for her that he would sweep her up in his arms, place her on his lap, and then passionately kiss her. He was not supposed to slap handcuffs on her wrists, toss her into his car, then slam the door and lock her in.
Yeah, he might be a really handsome guy and all, with muscles a girl could drool over, but he was also a chauvinist pig sometimes. She was sorely tempted to stick out her tongue at him, especially since his handcuffs had effectively curtailed her from giving him the one fingered salute, which she'd also like to throw his way right now. It would definitely make her feel better.
Except he stood in the front of the car with his back to her now, so her infantile gesture would be totally lost on him. Scowling at his back, she scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue at him anyway, then groaned when he held up his index finger in response. One. Oh, God, that meant he was keeping count and she was in for it now. She slunk back against the seat and waited.
* * *
Kyle was so angry with Tiffany for her deliberate recklessness that he feared he'd lose his temper with her. So, rather than tempt himself further by giving her a well-deserved scolding, he slammed his cruiser's door and strode to stand before the hood of his car, where he crossed his arms over his chest and considered what he should do next.
She had absolutely no regard for her own safety. He knew that since the summer she'd turned ten years old and went swimming in the rain-swollen Pentucket river after her parents had wisely forbidden her to go anywhere near it. Though only seventeen and little more than a kid himself at that age, he'd managed to save her. Then, once he'd made sure she hadn't been hurt by the river's rough handling, he'd been angry enough to give her five hard swats on her pink swim suit covered backside that day. Afterwards, she was wailing as if he'd beaten her black and blue, so he'd just held her a bit and gently rocked her in his arms as he quietly scolded her for risking her life so foolishly until she'd finally calmed.
Then putting her aside, he ordered her back home to change out of her wet suit. He thought she'd run back to her Daddy and complain about what he'd done, but she hadn't. Instead, the very next day she'd actually started following him around like a pesky younger sister, remaining his permanent shadow until two years later, when he'd left and joined the army to train as a medic.
He knew she'd become smitten with him, since during those two years she'd occasionally try to get his attention, often by doing stupid girly things. Still, all it took was a sharp word or look from him and she'd promptly settle down and behave again.
Despite having a nearly constant tail on him, they really had very little contact with each other until she'd turned eighteen and he found himself rescuing her again. This time from a near rape by one of the cretins she'd been dating. Kyle had joined up with the police force by then, so he did the "right" thing by threatening the guy with arrest first, despite the fact he wanted to knock out a few of the idiot's teeth. However, some guys were just too stupid to live, he guessed, since this drunken lout didn't have the sense God gave a peacock to lay low.
As Kyle had leaned against the door of his cruiser and listened while the moron continued to spew epithets at him that should never have been spoken in a lady's presence, he merely kept an eye on his watch and waited for the second hand to swing up to twelve at which point he informed the imbecile that he was officially off-duty and clocked him one, knocking him out.
He'd gone to Tiffany then, who was still crying after her attack, and picked her up in his arms to cuddle and reassure her, despite his deep anger over her complete lack of judgment in the guys she dated. He'd discovered pretty quickly that she'd filled out quite nicely over the years, and he was attracted to her in a way that made it difficult for him to keep his distance, even though he was determined to try.