TrafficStopAnAdventureTwiceTold (2 page)

Enjoying the attention, Kerry rubbed
her body against his. She leaned back, his body warm and welcoming, while his
scent, a spicy musk surrounded her as easily as his arms.

He dipped his head and his mouth
covered hers. The kiss was tentative, experimental, almost like he was holding
back. She curved an arm around his neck and threaded her fingers through his
hair. His lips moved on hers, firm and possessive, yet gentle, teasing. He ran
his tongue along the seam and she moaned.

When he deepened the kiss, she
tightened her fingers in the silk of his hair. Their tongues dueled as his hand
left her breasts traveling south to inch up the hem of her dress. Cooler air
raced across her thighs.

She shouldn’t be this wanton over a
kiss, but this type of passion had been missing in her life for a while. Kerry
wanted to hold on to this exhilaration with all that she was and never let go.
A stab of guilt wormed its way in her heart. It was forgotten when his fingers
brushed her inner thighs.

She tore her mouth from his, gasping
for air. She stared at him, his eyes a dark vibrant green she could easily
drown in. God how she missed having a man look at her with that type of lust.
“Surely that’s enough to keep you from writing me a ticket,” she said, hoping
it wouldn’t be.

“In someone else’s book, but you’ve
got a few points on your license that need to come off.” He slid her dress a
little higher, caressing her legs with both hands.

She widened her stance. Perhaps it
was the combination of the open air and his uniform that made her feel so good.
Whatever it was, she didn’t want him to stop. His fingers scraped against her
sensitive flesh. The higher her dress crept, the more turned on she became.

Her panties were wet, something that
hadn’t happened in a long time, and her pussy ached for his touch. She shifted
and her scent, an exotic musk, rose to greet them. The officer nibbled the
curve of her shoulder as he rubbed the crotch of her underwear. She moaned
rocking her hips.

“You are so hot. I can’t wait to
watch you come,” he murmured against her throat. “Take off your clothes.”

She stilled, his command slicing
through her lust-clouded brain. There was no way she could get naked. Not In public.
What if we get caught? And then there was the little matter of she wasn’t that
svelte size 10. She wasn’t a skinny miss anymore, but rather a voluptuous size
16.

His throaty chuckle washed over her
and her gaze flew to his. Was he laughing at her? She narrowed her eyes and
glared at him.

“Fine. Then we’ll do this another
way.” He placed her hands on either side of the trunk. She now faced the back
window of her vehicle. “Don’t move.”

She held her breath as he glided his
fingers up her arms and swept her hair over her shoulder. He brushed barely
there kisses that singed every nerve ending right down to her toes. He slid the
narrow straps from her shoulders before tackling the tab of her zipper.

“I love my woman with curves,” he
purred in her ear. “All this lushness just begging to be explored. Very sexy.”

His compliment settled her remaining
doubts and his obvious appreciation was just what she needed. Slowly she
released the breath she’d been holding and tension drained from her shoulders.
Once more she was at ease.

The garment loosened. A whimper left
her lips as his tongue, warm and moist, licked the curve of her spine, sending
need pulsing to her pussy. What she wouldn’t give to feel his mouth pressed
there, soothing the ache. Kerry curled her fingers into fists, her nails biting
in her palms as he dragged the dress down her body until it pooled at her feet.
He rubbed her buttocks, gripping and squeezing until she moaned.

“I don’t even know your name,” she
whispered as he tugged her panties over the swell of her hips. She now stood
clad only in her strapless bra and low-heeled sandals.

He nudged her legs apart with his
foot. “Call me, Sarge.” He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. “Such
beautiful skin.”

A gentle breeze skittered over her
flesh, heightening her awareness. The slide of his dense cotton shirt across
her back and the cool press of his buckle against her hip told her she was
alive and desirable.

Clothing rustled and snapped behind
her. She looked over her shoulder to find Sarge undressing. He glanced up and
offered her a smile. Her heart melted and she half turned.

“Don’t move.”

She remained where she was,
straining to hear any movement. Just the wind and a dog barking in the
distance. When he trailed his fingers along the curve of her spine, she jumped.
His lips followed while he reached between her legs to dip a finger in her
slick folds.

Such bliss.

She held her breath as he dropped to
his knees and forced her legs wider. Glancing down, she found him wedged
against the back bumper. His shoulders nudged her thighs open a little more.
Her heart hammered in anticipation of his mouth on her most intimate part.

The rasp of his tongue across her
core sent lights bursting in front of her eyes. She couldn’t remember the last
ti—she bit back a moan when he sucked her clit between his lips and slowly
penetrated her with one long finger. Her hips bucked and he grasped her
buttocks to hold her steady. She fisted a hand in his hair, not sure if she
wanted to push him away or bring him closer. He added a second finger,
thrusting in and out with each lick.

Oh. Definitely closer.

She rode his mouth, giving herself
over to the ecstasy of the moment, of each swipe of his tongue and stroke of
his fingers. He hooked her leg over his shoulder. Her world narrowed to him and
the orgasm fast approaching. A gentle nip on her clit sent her world spiraling
out of focus. Kerry released a keening cry as her body shattered and trembled.
If Sarge hadn’t been holding her, she’d easily have slid to the ground.

With a final kiss, he removed his
fingers and lowered her leg. He brought his hand to his mouth and sucked her
essence from his digits.

She jerked in response, her body
still reeling from his oral exploration. How she missed feeling his mouth
pleasure her. Even now her juices slicked her thighs ready for more.
“Incredible,” she gasped.

“It isn’t over yet.”

Sarge stood and maneuvered her until
her bottom brushed the cool metal of the car. “Put your arms around my neck.”

She complied, wanting what he
offered, eager for more. He lifted her and settled in the V of her legs. The
tip of his cock brushed her folds and lust flared to life. She reached between
their bodies, grabbed the hard shaft and guided him to her entrance. A sigh
eased from her lips as he stretched and filled her. She bit her lip, savoring
the lightning wisps through her veins. His hands settled on her buttocks,
holding her close as he thrust deep.

His pelvis brushed against her
oversensitive clit and brought a fresh trickle of her cream. The vehicle
squeaked in protest with every stroke. She lifted her hips, meeting his thrusts
with wanton abandon. It had been so long, and she wanted to enjoy every moment
of him taking her.

Kerry pushed a sweat dampened curl
from his forehead and claimed his mouth. The kiss mirrored their lovemaking,
hot, frantic, and hungry. He tossed her legs over his arms and grasped her
hips. Somehow he managed to sink a little deeper. The slap of flesh against
flesh only added to the creak of the rocking vehicle.

He left her mouth to tease her
breasts. She arched and sank her nails into the hard muscles of his buttocks.
There had to be a way to keep this magic going. Tension built, poised and
waiting. He pounded into her slick heat and she squeezed her muscles,
heightening the friction.

She was so close to a second orgasm.
As if sensing how close she was, he slid a hand between their bodies and
pinched the hard bundle of nerves. She imploded and exploded all at the same
time. Euphoria spurted through her limbs, turning them to jelly. Her muscles
massaged the hard cock pounding into her and soon he tossed his head back and
yelled her name.

Then he collapsed over her. She
wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close. He placed a damp kiss in the hollow
of her throat and slowly released her legs, which she promptly wrapped around
his waist. She didn’t want him pulling away just yet.

“My sweet, sweet Kerry, still so
passionate after all these years.” Sarge gathered her in his arms. “How could I
have missed that?”

She drifted her fingers over his
biceps and swept her lips across his jaw. “We’ve both been neglected.”

He nodded and nuzzled her neck.
“There’s still the matter of me needing to write you a citation.” He
straightened.

She squeezed him then reluctantly
released him. “After all that, you’re still going to write me a ticket?” She
watched him don his uniform once more and she slipped back into her underthings
and dress. “Surely there must be something more I can do to change your mind.”

His grin was bright against the
night. He buttoned his shirt, tucked the tails into the waistband of his slacks
and buckled his belt. Once more he looked like her cop of old. And she
definitely wanted to keep this going.

She walked to the driver’s side and
slid into the seat. The supple leather cradled her body like an old friend.

“Well why not. My shift is over soon
and I’m not doing anything tonight.” He pulled a small notebook from his pocket
and scribbled something on the page. “Be there in one hour.” He held out the
paper. “And if you choose not to show, I’ll be around to collect you.”

She reached for the page, but he
didn’t let go right away. When she met his green gaze, lust simmered in the
irises. An answering spurt rushed through her veins and dampened her panties.
She squeezed her thighs together to ease the ache. This was everything she’d
hoped it would be, and it felt so right.

“Wear something sexy.” With that he
released the paper, closed her door and walked away.

She angled the rearview mirror to
watch him. He had a nice butt. She looked at the small sheet of paper. It
contained the address and room number to a local hotel. Her pulsed pounded.
Could she really go through with this?

She cranked the key then shoved the
shifter in drive. There was only one way to find out. Meet the officer and pray
he didn’t arrest her for propositioning him.

~*~

Traffic Stop—Off
Duty

Adam shrugged out of his uniform
shirt and draped it on the waiting hanger along with his pants. He wasn’t
surprised the outfit still fit. He did his best to keep in shape, despite
riding a desk most of the time.

He still needed to return the patrol
car he’d commandeered for the tryst with his wife. A smile tugged at the corners
of his mouth. He was so glad he’d listened to her. The traffic stop had been
well worth the time and effort.

As much as he didn’t want to admit
how bad things had gotten, he was glad Kerry had insisted on giving
intimacy—them—another chance. He scrubbed the heel of his hand over his face
before dragging his fingers through his hair.

Seeing her tonight, flirting with
her, pleasuring her in the open air reminded him of all he’d missed over the
last several months, hell maybe years. He padded to the shower. Somehow in all
the providing he’d done for his family, he’d forgotten to provide for his wife.

A pang of regret stabbed his gut.
How long had he neglected her? How long had he been so focused on his career
that he’d lost sight of the woman he pledged to love and cherish for the rest
of his days?

With a flick of his wrist he turned
on the shower. Tonight had been more than he’d expected. She’d worn a low-cut
slinky number he hadn’t seen before. Had she bought it just for the traffic
stop? The dress had clung to her ample curves and all he’d wanted to do was
sink into all that lusciousness.

He stepped into the shower and
allowed the warm spray to cascade over his head and shoulders. They would get
more time together. He would make more time for them, and if he had to borrow a
police vehicle and wear his uniform from time to time, he would do that to keep
her happy, to keep their marriage alive.

Adam grabbed a washcloth and the bar
of soap then worked up a lather. Now all he could think about was what he was
going to do to her when she knocked on the hotel door. His cock twitched in
anticipation.

He’d left a package for her to wear.
A small price for tonight’s festivities. He rinsed the soap from his body then shut
off the water. They had the rest of the night, and the weekend, to rediscover
their love and mutual attraction.

Ten minutes later, dressed in dark
gray slacks and a white dress shirt left unbuttoned, Adam paced the living area
of the suite. A quick glance around the room assured him everything was in
place. Soft candles flickered in clear, short votive holders. Pink and yellow
rose petals were scattered on the bed, if they made it that far, while a bottle
of champagne chilled in a silver holder next to the table set for two. He’d had
dinner delivered to the room.