“You’ve got a smart mouth, Briar. But you know something?”
“What?”
“Mine’s talented as well.”
He looks at me for a moment, like he’s fighting a war within himself. Then, he gets to his feet, walks to the door, and twiststhe deadbolt, locking us in. It’s then I notice the mirror on the wall beside me.
Big. Rectangular. The kind you only see in movies.
My stomach drops. No, not a mirror.A window. And there could be men on the other side right now. Men could be watching.
“This is one of those interrogation rooms, isn’t it? Like in the movies?”
Gareth nods, circling around the table to tower over me. “You’re smart, too. I like that.”
My eyes move down his body completely on their own. I can’t help it. I take in every detail, including the bulge between his legs, so blatantly obvious.
Wow. Is that…for me?
I’ve never felt like this before. Buzzing all over. On edge. Jesus, I’m…I’m horny!
The need in his eyes is awakening something in me that’s never been touched. This man who pulled me over and arrested me under false pretenses…I want to please him. Submit to him, beyond just being cuffed to the table.
But I don’t even know him. All he is is a corrupt cop. A gorgeous, terrifying, corrupt cop, and apparently, I’m the kind of girl who finds that attractive. Which is news to me.
Still, this is not how, or where, I imagined losing my virginity.
I’m used to standing up for myself. And I’m not about to let this complete stranger have me just because he wants to.
“Smart enough to know I can demand a lawyer.”
Gareth’s eyes light up. The corners of his lips twist up. “Yes. Yes, you can, Miss Beeman. But in the meantime…” He leans in close, and before I know it, has a hand up my shirt.
My chest tightens and my pulse races as he cups my bare breast in his rough palm, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“I, uh…” It’s hard to breathe. I clench my eyes, searching for words. His touch has my mind spinning and my body stirring like electric pulses zipping through me, touching places that should not be touched. Especially not here. “I’m not saying anything until my lawyer—”
“You don’t have a lawyer, Briar,” he says, his voice low. He lifts my shirt, exposing my breasts, then leans in and kisses them both. The care of his lips, the warmth of his breath, the confidence in his ownership of me, tears all thought from my mind. Then, as he slips a hand between my legs, I choke on a gasp. “It’s just you and me. And I can do what I want to you.”
My eyes blur, then focus on the mirrored window behind him. Somehow, I find the strength to speak. “Someone might be watching.”
“Maybe they are.” He shrugs. “Would that turn you on?”
He pops the top button on my jeans and slowly unzips them. His eyes latch on to the crux between my thighs, broiling with intensity. With want. With desire.
Since I met Gareth, I’ve felt helpless. But now, at this moment, I feel a hint of something. Something like pride.
“You don’t even know me,” I whisper as he tugs at my pants, pulling them down over my hips. “And I don’t know you.”
“I could interrogate you,” he says, running his tongue across his front teeth. I can feel the hunger in him, reaching deep into my being, tugging like an invisible cord.
His hands continue to pull until my pants are at my ankles and I’m sitting beneath him with my shirt up in nothing but my panties. Wet panties.
God, this is so embarrassing.
But so hot too.
“I assume you’re the bad cop?” I ask. “Where’s the good cop?”