Page 92 of Cops and Robbers

She walked through the fence-lined sidewalk with a bounce in her step. Scanning the parking lot, her gaze landed on the man she’d dreamed of every night for the last few months. Leaning back against his antique Charger’s passenger door, Raz gave off an air of casualness. His leather jacket covered his crossed arms as he wore aviators like some badass cop. She felt his heated perusal along her flesh.

“Fuck, have I missed you,” he said into her mind.

She wobbled on giddy feet. “Says the man who hasn’t kept his mind hands off me for seven months.”

A ghostly hand swept over both of her nipples, sending rockets off in her already burning core. Her breath hitched.

“It’s not the same as seeing you. Holding you in my arms.”

Boy, was he right. She sent an impression along the link, her hand caressing his cheek. Raz’s smile lit up the entire parking lot.

“Glad to see you go, Miss Kate,” the guard said, opening the fence separating her from freedom.

She tore her eyes away from Raz long enough to glance at the familiar red-headed man. “It’s been nice, Joe. Tell your daughter to stay in school for me, would you?”

He chuckled as she waved back at him.

Raz stood, muscles bunched. She ran, attempting to beat her racing heart.

She leaped into his arms, wrapping her legs around him and fastening her mouth to his. Tongues danced, and the world slid away. He turned and pushed her against the car door and ground his hard shaft into her. Sparks flew, and everything synced into place. This was home.

The guard coughed behind them.

Raz growled at the back of his throat. Her insides tingled at the sound. She couldn’t stop kissing him. But the door handle popped open.

“Get in,” Raz said, voice raspy.

She slipped into the car. Leather and pine filled her senses but only maddened her heightened desire. Raz jumped into the seat and peeled out of the parking lot.

On the road, she took off his glasses, grabbed his cock over his jeans and pressed her lips to his ear. “Pull the fuck over.”

He briefly closed his eyes and groaned.

So sexy.

His free hand squeezed her thigh. The possessive touch ignited her core, and she parted her legs. His hand swept up her leg and over her lower folds, rubbing sweet friction against her. She hissed.

“Make me,” he challenged.

He made it a mile before she rode him into oblivion.

Hand in hand, Raz and Kate walked down the bustling Chicago sidewalk toward the Dusted Tuck. The streetlights illuminated partygoers. Kate absorbed their positive energy, a smile lighting her expression.

The bar was closed for the night, but a couple of raps from Raz and the door swung open. Sid stood on the other side, hand outstretched in greeting. Nerves tangled in Kate’s throat. Last time she’d seen him, Sid had told her to leave the property. As much as she and Sid hadn’t bonded, he was important to Raz, and so she wanted to get along. Raz took his hand and stepped into a hug.

“Good to see you,” Sid said, clapping Raz on the back.

“You literally saw me yesterday.” Raz chuckled.

“But you’re a new man when this lady’s around.” Sid winked at Kate.

Her heart turned lopsided. See, there’s nothing to fear. And to her utter shock, he grabbed her into a tight hug.

“We know what you did for Caige and the rest of us,” he whispered against her ear. “Thanks.”

Relief clogged up her throat, and she could only smile as he stepped away from her.

A gentle hand squeezed her shoulder. “I’ll be inside,” Raz said.