Ivy and the Cop (Power Play) Read Free

she murmured, shivering at his touch. He’d always had that affect on her.
    “That’s all I ever wanted to do.” He sighed, but didn’t let go of her hand. “So how’s school?”
    “Good. I’ve got a four-point in my major. Although organic chemistry is kicking my ass.” She made a face, not wanting to think about going back to the University of Michigan in the fall. She’d have her nursing degree after just one more grueling year of school. “How’s policing? Get to shoot any bad guys?”
    “Good.” He smiled, that wry, half-smile, so very familiar. God she loved his smile. “I’m a rookie cop in a small town. Not too many bad guys to worry about. A few cats stuck in trees. Lots of paperwork mostly.”
    “And occasional escaped convicts,” she reminded him.
    “Ha. Once in a lifetime sort of thing, I’m sure.”
    “ You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in uniform,” she mused, reaching out to touch the cold metal of his badge glinting in the light from the dash. It wasn’t quite true—she’d seen him once the first summer she’d been back, standing outside of Tim Horton’s like a stereotype come to life, his thumbs hooked in his belt, talking to old Mrs. Connor, and the pain that had jabbed her chest had been so great, she refused to go into town for the rest of her vacation.
    “Oh yeah?”
    “It’s… kind of sexy,” she admitted, following the crisp, clean lines of his uniform collar with her finger.
    “Yeah ?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise as she reached the top button of his uniform shirt, finding the first dark curls of chest hair. “I thought you didn’t like the idea of me being on the force. I mean, isn’t that why we…”
    “Well, yeah, in reali ty.” She shrugged, feeling heat creeping into her cheeks. “But in fantasy…”
    “Fantasy?” he prompted as she stroked a fingernail lightly over his bobbing Adam’s apple.
    “ What would you do if I tried to grab your…” Ivy’s other hand moved slowly toward Patrick’s side. “…gun?”
    He grabbed both of her hands in his, the look on his face serious, encircling her wrists. “Arrest you.”
    “Would you handcuff me?” She teased, twisting her hands, but he held her fast, an exciting prospect.
    “Yes.” His eyes narrowed as she struggled.
    Ivy leaned in closer, close enough to feel the heat of his body, smell his distinctly masculine scent. Then she got closer still, putting her lips to the shell of his ear, whispering, “Would you bend me over the hood? Rough me up a little?”
    His response was a very hoarse, “Yes.”
    “Officer Paxton , is that a gun in your pocket or…”
    He kissed her with surprising, sudden force, his mouth opening hers, not asking, demanding, forcing her to give him her tongue, his grip on her wrists tightening as the kiss grew deeper. Ivy couldn’t help herself. She melted into him, let him grab her and pull her over the gearshift like a rag doll, trapping her between him and the steering wheel, two impossibly hard, unforgiving, unrelenting objects.
    “Patrick,” she gasped, finding herself unable to breathe. “I… wait…”
    Cool summer air flowed over her as he shoved open the driver’s side door, dragging her with him , carrying her like an afterthought, and before she knew it they were on the hood of the cruiser with all the room in the world, Ivy sitting on the edge, Patrick leaning into their desperate kiss, his big hands all over her, everywhere at once.
    There was no question about what either of them wanted, what was going to happen out there on that dark, dirt road. Ivy wrapped her legs around his waist like she always had, her hand slipping behind his neck, forcing him to slant his mouth across hers, tongues probing deeply. But Patrick wasn’t about to let her have the upper hand. He grabbed her ass in his hands, pulling her in tight between his thighs, teasing her with a preview of the thick length of his cock, hard as steel in his uniform trousers,