and if she ended up being the one, he wanted this first date to always be something they could look back upon fondly.
Finally he thought of the perfect place. He took her to an old-fashioned drive-in, where they ate burgers, thick cut fries, and drank thicker milkshakes. They talked and laughed for hours and got to know each other in that swift and total way of early love. Finally, Kara looked at the time and asked him to take her back to her car.
They drove in silence back to the police station. Kara seemed content, but Zane struggled with everything he wanted to say. A thousand words overflowed in his brain but none of them seemed adequate and all of them seemed too much. When he finally pulled into the parking lot of the department it was after midnight and everything was quiet. He parked next to her car and then jumped out to try to open her door for her. His hand dipped to find his pocket on its own, but he restrained it. Kara beat him out her door and slammed it shut, leaning one hip against her car and smiling at him.
“Thanks for dinner, I enjoyed myself,” she said.
Without hesitation, Zane pressed up against her and slid his hands around her waist. He wanted a second chance at that too-short kiss from earlier. “Me too. I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said softly, then lowered his lips to hers. She met his mouth eagerly and slipped her arms around his neck. Inside, he rejoiced at the feeling of warm, soft woman in his arms. He’d missed this. It’d been too long since he'd been with a woman. And he liked her. He liked her a lot. She was gorgeous, sweet, funny, smart, and hard-working. What was not to like? Nothing.
He slid his hands lower, to her hips and then around to her backside, his every sense alert for some tiny movement or reaction from her that would tell him it was too much. But instead, she made a small noise of satisfaction into his mouth and pressed her hips against him. His body reacted at once and he pulled backwards slightly, not wanting to come on too strong, not wanting her to feel too much of him, too soon. But as he pulled back, she pressed forward. He was hard in an instant and even though she had to feel it against her stomach, she didn’t pull away. Heat licked its way through his brain, searing any common sense. He pressed forward again and his hands dropped lower still to run down her firm body. Fuck, she felt good.
His fingers felt something in her back pocket. Something hard. He traced it and realized immediately what it was. He dipped his fingers into her pocket and pulled out her handcuffs, the metal clinking together. He tried to smile, speak, and kiss her all at once.
“You brought them.”
“I did. You said you wanted me to,” she said, and Zane felt he would go mad with desire at the huskiness in her voice. He reached up and pulled one of her arms down from his neck, then fastened the handcuffs around it.
“Oh no,” she said digging in her pocket with her other hand, pulling out her handcuff key. “It’s a good thing I brought this or you would be in trouble. These aren’t for me.”
“No?” he said, a wide grin covering his face.
“No.” Kara unlocked the cuff, then stuffed the key back in her pocket. She grabbed his hand and within an instant had one cuff around his wrist and the other around her door handle, locking him to her car.
Zane grinned, waiting to see where this was going. Man he loved a take-charge woman!
Slowly, her eyes locked on his, Kara dropped her hands to the waistband of his jeans. He couldn’t believe it. His body jumped and twitched in anticipation. Then her knees bent and she started dropping even lower, without even looking around to see if anyone was watching them. His eyes felt like they were going to pop out of his head. He couldn’t believe what she was doing!
She slid to her knees, one hand on his waistband and the other at the top of his zipper. He could feel the palm of her hand pressing against his erection and it was
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