Excerpt:
She always knew she’d
get in trouble wearing thong panties under a short skirt, but Natalie
didn’t think it would happen while an officer of the law
frisked her.
Sure, driving fast on
a winding road on a late summer afternoon probably wasn’t the wisest
thing to do, but all she wanted had been an hour to unwind after a rough
day at work, getting the cobwebs out of her mind before she burned out.
Too much time spent trying to keep juvenile delinquents out of jail,
only to have the kids not care whether they ended up in Caruthers’s
Hall, frustrated her sometimes.
She glanced at the
grim-faced sheriff’s deputy over her shoulder. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t
realize how fast I was going.” Dark-haired and about six feet tall, he
wore dark sunglasses which hid his eyes. She knew most of the lawmen in
the area, but he was unknown to her.
“There wasn’t another
car for miles around.” Maybe she’d be able to cajole him into letting
her off easy.
“Except mine,” he
replied. “Guess it’s not your lucky day.”
His tone, though
mild, sounded firm, with a touch of a southern drawl. Around this neck
of the woods in California, one didn’t meet many true-blue Southerners.
She eyed the deputy again, and a thrill of anticipation swept through
her. If she had a choice of any man’s hands on her right now, he’d be
the one.
His fingers slid
sensuously over her body, his touch causing a frisson of need coursing
up her spine. He searched for...what? Though impersonal, she sensed
something more. That underneath his quiet, business-like demeanor was a
man with a wicked intent.
Well, two would play
the game. Despite her proper reputation among acquaintances, underneath
lay a woman who needed some fun once in a while to chase away any dark
moods.
And Mr. Cop appeared
to be her best candidate at the moment.
“Stay still,” he
ordered when she wiggled her ass just the slightest.
“Sorry, officer,” she
quietly said, lowering her eyes to hide her smile. Oh, yeah, baby, feel
me up.
His hands swept over
the sides of her torso and Natalie suppressed another shiver at the way
his fingers stroked her. Too long since a man had touched her body.
Well, other than her doctor. But sixty-something Doc Walsh didn’t rate
on the hottie scale when she had a dark-haired hunk sending sizzling
sparks up her spine.
“Why are you patting
me down?” Not that she didn’t like this, but as his hand passed her left
hip and slid farther over the material of her short skirt, her heart
nearly skidded to a stop.
