“You piss me off badly, sometimes,” he shrugged, not looking at all phased by it.
“But it’s got fake grass down,” I argued. “You’d have to cut a patch out or lift it up and then dig the hole. And what if you didn’t pat it down properly when you filled it back in? You’d end up with a big lump in the middle of your garden, and your fake grass wouldn’t lie right.”
He blinked once, then twice, and opened his mouth to say something before shutting it again. When he’d done this a couple of times, I rolled my eyes and gestured at him to spit it out. “That’s what you got from that? A lump in the middle of the yard being the overall issue out of the whole scenario?”
I didn’t even need to think about an answer for that question. “Damn fucking right, doggy. Have you seen what Ranger did to my garden? That shit makes a difference, and there’s no ignoring uneven landscaping.”
Groaning, he tipped his head back and muttered something at the ceiling, and was still staring at it when he asked, “And the next question?”
“Ah, yeah, I’m glad you asked,” I said, bouncing slightly which made him tighten his grip around my waist. “So, let’s say it was the day that I came home to my house being ruined, and I’m scared that someone broke in at some point during the day and invaded my home. My emotions are swirling around,” I circled my hands either side of my head, “and I’m crying because I’m so scared. I do the rational thing and call my big brother and his best friend, the Sheriff, and get them to come and check that the person isn’t still in my house. You’re saying that you’d come over and spank me, after all of that?”
“Damn right,” he growled, not even taking a second to think about it.
“While I’m scared?”
With a firm nod of his head, he pulled me closer until our noses were almost touching, and I watched as the dark blue shade of his eyes got even darker at the same time as the lighter blue shade got lighter. It was like watching lightning.
“I live right across the road from you, I’m a police officer, and I have a gun. And make no mistake about it, I will do anything and everything in my power to keep you safe. If you’re scared, you call me. If you think someone’s in your house, you call me. If you think someone’s outside your house, you call me. No matter what, You. Call. Me. Do you understand?”
“Not really,” I mumbled, starting to shake my head, then changing my mind when our noses bumped because of it.
That’s when things got even weirder, and a new dynamic was added to my day. Confusion, specifically a fuck-ton of confusion. His hands moved from where they’d been holding me in place down the way so that he had one of my butt cheeks in each hand, which he then used to pull my crotch into direct contact with his. Once we were crotch-to-crotch, he moved his left hand slowly up my back until he was cupping my neck, pulling my face towards his, close enough that I could feel his breaths on my lips.
“Your safety is my priority, anything to do with you is my priority, Rose Beauregard. So in the future, you pick up your phone, you find whatever you have my number saved under…” which was funny because he was saved under ‘Asshole from hell,’ “and you call me. I swear to God that I’ll drop everything and get to you as fast as I can,” he told me, not letting me look away once, not even when I tried to look down to watch his lips moving as he spoke.
And then I made a fundamental mistake, a total lapse of judgement given our close proximity. I licked my lips and the tip of my tongue skimmed along his bottom one. His grip on my neck tightened, and the next thing I knew, our lips were tightly pressed against each other and his tongue was the one now licking along my lower lip, asking for entry into my mouth. And I was about to grant it, in fact I’d just started opening my mouth, when his fucking phone rang interrupting us. What made it worse, was the way I was positioned over him meant that my vagina – which was already screaming at me as it was – was resting on it as it started vibrating in his front pocket. I wasn’t sure if I was more disappointed about the kiss or the fact he was going to deprive me of a couple more buzzes of the device.
Not letting me get up, he held my eyes as he reached for it, his eyes heating even more as his knuckle skimmed across the area when his fingers wrapped around the phone, and didn’t look away once as he answered it and listened to whatever was being said. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” he muttered, hanging up as he blew a breath out slowly. “I’ve got to go, baby. This isn’t over, though,” he warned, pecking me on the nose. “Not by far.”