Chapter One
Zoe
Looking up at the clock hanging above dishwashing station, I anxiously wait for the minute hand to click over the three. Everything around me seems to be moving in slow motion. Each second that goes by feels like a lifetime. I hold my breath as the minute hand moves. My heart beats excitedly out of my chest when I hear the door to the café creak open, and the strand of bells hanging from the handle jingle, signaling he’s here. My sweet SWAT officer is here. Technically he’s not mine…at least not yet.
I wipe my floury hands on my apron then check my hair in the tiny mirror hanging on the door. Smoothing back the fly-away strands of hair, I push open the door and step out into the café where the sexy officer, Dylan Edwards, is standing, waiting for his coffee and his two passion fruit donuts.
Dylan has been coming into the shop every morning at six-fifteen for the past three months. He never misses a day. At least, not since I started working the morning shift. I’ve been working at Sprinkles Donut shop for the past year. I started out working the late shift, due to my rehearsal schedule with the Pacific Northwest Ballet School. Now that I am a principle with the company, rehearsals are later in the day and go well into the evening. The Delarosa’s were kind enough to change my shift so I could continue working. It’s not easy having to be up at four a.m., five days a week, but seeing Dylan’s sexy smile makes it all worth it.
“Good morning, Officer Edwards,” I say, giving him a warm smile. While my eyes drink in the view of Dylan in his dark navy blue uniform, I catch a glimpse of silver hidden away on his gun belt; it’s his handcuffs…instantly, wild images of being cuffed to his bed run rampant in my mind. That, mixed with his neatly trimmed beard and chocolate brown eyes, has my panties completely soaked.
“How is my favorite honeybee this morning?” He returns my smile as he takes the closest seat at the counter near me.
My heart flutters every time he calls me his honeybee. A nickname I’d earned one morning when he spotted the gold bumble bee necklace my sister, Nora, gave me when I found out I was going to be a principle dancer. Now I wear it every single day.
“I am doing much better now.” I wink over at him as I reach into the donut case and grab out two of his favorite donuts. The still wet icing drips down my fingers. I slide the plate over to him and, before I can move my hand away, Dylan grabs it in his strong fingers. He holds me in his intense gaze as he brings my hand up to his mouth.
“I’m done waiting,” he whispers under his breath.
A soft moan escapes my lips as he licks the icing from each of my fingers. His warm tongue and dark hungry stare makes all logical brain function fly out the window. Is this really happening? This is so damn erotic. All I wanted this morning was for Dylan to finally ask me out to dinner. Now all I want is his tongue lavishing every inch of my body.
“I’ve been playing my hand cautiously for the past three months. Waiting for the right time to make my move and make you mine. I’ve wanted you, Zoe, since the moment I laid eyes on you. I had to make sure you were ready for me, but my patience has run dry. I know you don’t have rehearsals tonight, so there is no excuse why you can’t have dinner with me. I will pick you up at seven.”
It’s not a question, it’s a demand. Not that I would even say no. I’ve been waiting for this since the morning he first stepped foot into the shop. I want to pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming. God, I hope this isn’t a dream.
Still holding my hand, Dylan stands up from his stool and leans over me. His other hand cups my chin and tilts my lips up to his. “I’ll see you tonight my sweet little honeybee,” he murmurs before capturing my lips in a warm soft kiss, his tongue sweeping in my mouth. He tastes better than I imagined.
In my daze, I manage to give him my number and my address. I can’t believe this is all happening. I watch as he confidently strides out of the shop, tucking the slip of paper in his breast pocket. He steps outside, stops in front of the window, and gives me a wave before he makes the short walk down the street to the police station.
“Oh fuck that was hot.” I fan myself with the coffee menus. My heart is still racing and my clit is throbbing. There is no way I am going to be able to function with all the blood currently rushing down between my legs. I drop the menus on the counter and turn for the kitchen doors. Once in the kitchen, I head straight for the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and lean back against the cold wood. Slipping my hand inside my jeans, rubbing my clit in rough fast circles, I close my eyes and imagine Dylan is fucking me against this door.
His face is buried in my neck, lips and tongue caressing my delicate skin. The image of his cock thrusting in and out of my cunt has me dripping down my hand. I push three fingers inside my tight channel, pumping them in and out while strumming my clit with my thumb. “Make you mine,” plays over and over in my head until I’m coming all over my hand. My legs shake as my orgasm surges through me. Dylan is not even here, and he’s already made me come better than any of the losers I’ve dated in the past. If this is the effect he has on me from just a kiss, then I can’t wait to see what he can do with the rest of him.
I step over to the sink and wash my hands. My cheeks are still flushed, and I can’t wipe the smile Dylan has given me off my face. By the end of tonight, officer Dylan Edwards will finally be mine.