K. Langston
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The
Officer’s Promise Excerpts:
Excerpt:
#1
My hands moved to her
ass, dipping beneath the little black dress that had driven me half-crazy
tonight, my fingers digging into the soft skin to lift her up as I fed from her
hungry mouth. Short, ragged breaths were the only sounds filling the hallway,
and I was certain they fled in time with my thrumming heart.
Her hands snuck beneath
my shirt, wrestling for purchase. Her touch was a sword, slicing me wide open
for her to reach inside and take what was left of me.
She could have it.
It was all useless
without her anyway.
“Ryker, please.”
The longing in her voice
had my hands moving to her face, angling her head so I could find a deeper
connection. A growl vibrated in my chest as I lifted her and carried her to the
hotel room door. Once inside, I stood her up next to the bed, swaying slightly,
almost drunk on her taste, her presence.
Her fucking need.
My control was fading,
erased by my own desire for her.
“I want you so bad,
baby,” I whispered between her lips. “Can you feel it?”
“Yes.”
My hands moved to the
back of her dress, drawing down the zipper slowly. “Tell me what you feel.”
“Hands.”
My tongue tasting the
skin of her neck, I asked, “Where?”
“Everywhere.”
Her dress fluttered to
the floor. “What else?”
“Lips,” she answered
breathlessly.
I pressed them to her
bare shoulder. “Where?”
With the tilt of her
head, her mouth stole mine, fingers burrowing into the back of my head as she
tugged me closer, completely taking over. Each scrape of her nails raking
across my skin and every moan that escaped her mouth was one step closer to my
demise.
Jesus, I
could come just from this fucking kiss.
She slowed her breathing
and the kiss, easing her hold on my neck, relinquishing control back to me.
“What else do you feel,
baby?” I asked in a deep voice that made her eyes flutter closed as I pressed
myself against her.
I could taste it on her
lips, but I was dying to hear her say it. In the span of three breaths, she
finally opened her eyes once more and answered.
“You.”
Excerpt
#2
She didn’t
come in the following week.
Or the next.
I found myself
constantly worried about her. It was driving me crazy, and I needed to know she
was okay. Today was my day off, but I went to the West Side Deli for lunch
anyway. I’d been here every single day since, hoping like hell she’d show up.
I’d almost given up for
the day, after sitting here for the last four hours, when she finally walked
in. Rain pelted the sidewalk outside but she was wearing those damn sunglasses
again.
Anger simmered in my
blood as I slid from the booth, halting her before she could even place her
order.
She kept her chin tucked
to her chest, eyes trained on the floor as she tried to sidestep me.
“Whoa, MaryAnn, are you
all right?”
Her gaze lifted to mine,
and I could see the dark shadow beneath the tinted shades. “I’m fine.”
“Are you? Because you don’t look fine. Come
sit with me for a minute. Let’s talk.”
“I can’t, I’m in a
hurry.”
“Listen, I just want to
be your friend. Remember when we were friends and we could talk and trust each
other?”
Her lip trembled.
“Please, I just need to get my order and get home. If I’m gone too long he’ll—”
She snapped her mouth
closed, realizing her mistake.
“He’ll what?”
“Nothing, never mind.”
She shoved me aside and made her way to the counter to place her order. Once
she had her cup in hand, I met her over by the fountain.
“Listen, I appreciate
your concern, but like I told you before, I’m fine,” she tossed out, refusing
to look in my direction.
She continued to shift
her face away from me, and I was growing more and more irritated by the second.
“I don’t
believe you.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said I don’t believe
you. I think you’re far from fine. I think you’re in danger and need help.”
“You don’t know what
you’re talking about.”
“I’m not stupid,
MaryAnn. I’m a fucking cop for Christ’s sake.”
She recoiled, and I
instantly regretted the anger in my tone. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Then why are you
wearing sunglasses when it’s raining outside?”
“My contacts were giving
me problems this morning and—”
I reached up, gently
pulling them down her nose, revealing her eyes, the right one damn near swollen
shut.
“Jesus,” I gritted. She
quickly shoved them back in place, spinning away from me. “Who did that to
you?”
“No one.”
“MaryAnn—”
“God, why are you doing
this? Why can’t you mind your own business and leave me the hell alone?”
I stepped in front of
her, gently cupping her elbow. “I just want to help you.”
“I don’t need your
help.”
“Your husband did that,
didn’t he? And the bruise I saw a couple of weeks ago, he did that, too.”
“You have no idea what
you’re talking about.”
“Then
call me a liar.”
Silence hung heavy
between us.
“Why stay? Why not leave
him?” I asked, desperate to know why someone as strong and beautiful as her
would put up with a piece of shit like that.
“Because I’m more afraid
to leave than stay.”
“Ticket number 298!”
She jerked from my
grasp, snatched her order off the counter, and stormed out without a second
glance.
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