Feather-soft touches grazed my face, running along my jaw. They moved on to my nose, and then my mouth. My lips parted in response, and a warm thumb slid into my mouth, just barely entering. I moaned, making the slightest of sounds, and turned my head.

I licked the tip of the thumb in my mouth, and I was rewarded with a harsh groan of pleasure.

Opening my eyes, I saw Grayson leaning over me. He regarded me with those warm gray eyes, looking at me as if he couldn’t get enough. Like I was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

I realized the sun had risen. The sky was filled with soft pink light, and a bird called out nearby. But I wasn’t thinking about the beauty of the morning that surrounded me. Instead, I focused on Grayson and his close presence. I soaked up the warmth of his body and inhaled his spicy aftershave.

When he leaned even closer to kiss me, it was the most natural thing in the world to kiss him back. His big body hovered over mine. His weight was a welcome pressure, not crushing me as he supported himself with one hand, but the length of him against my body stoked my desire.

We deepened the kiss, and now it was Grayson’s turn to groan yet again. He rained kisses down my neck and slid one hand under my t-shirt to cup my breast. His thumb rubbed across my erect nipple, and I arched upwards into his body, whimpering.

Grayson was hard all over. I rubbed against him, overwhelmed by the intensity of my need. His stubble scraped against my neck, and I shivered. I needed so much more from him.

His hand slipped between my thighs and stroked and teased my clit. I rocked against his wicked, teasing fingers, and he rumbled low in his chest in approval.

This damn car. Grayson’s large frame was twisted at an awkward angle, half in his seat and half in mine. I’m not even sure how he had gotten in that position. I wanted more from him, but it was physically impossible in this location.

Grayson pulled away from me, and I tried to clutch him closer, whimpering a protest. He raised up enough to grasp the hem of my shirt, and he jerked it over my head. Grayson leaned back and opened his car door with one hand, and then he exited the vehicle. He came around to my door and opened it, too. He held out his hand to help me out of the car. Confused, I stepped out, so caught up in the moment with Grayson that I ignored my topless state.

I realized that while I was sleeping, Grayson had backed further into the thick brush and large trees. It looked like we were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by peaceful nature and much-needed privacy.

Breathless, I watched him, watching me. My chest rose with my rapid breathing. My lace bra (my fancy one, thank goodness) showcased my breasts for Grayson. His eyes soaked me in, and then he leaned down and licked across both nipples. My pussy clenched in wet desire, and I called his name with urgency in my voice.

I leaned against the car, knees shaking. Grayson took me by the hand again, and he led me around to the hood of the patrol car. He lifted me by the waist like it was nothing to him, and he sat me down on top of the vehicle. I braced my feet on the brush guard mounted to the front bumper and waited to see what he would do next.

Grayson opened the front closure of my lingerie, and my breasts were on full display. He cupped one breast, roughly kneading it, and rolled my nipple around with his thumb. He dropped his mouth to the other, and licked and then sucked it hard. The soft morning breeze caressed my bare nipples, and they stood out straight and proud for him. He gave equal attention to both breasts, and I writhed on the hood of the car.

Grayson’s hand left me long enough to unzip my jeans, as I tugged his head closer to my breast. The sounds of his rough breathing filled the air around us. Now that I look back on that morning, warning bells should have gone off, but they didn’t. I didn’t want him to stop.

I wanted to be naked with Grayson Jackson. Right there on his patrol car in the early morning light with the squirrels and birds watching us, like a filthy, dirty Disney movie.

Grayson pulled my jeans and panties down to my knees. We had a brief tangle of clothing and limbs, but after a few muttered curses, my clothing was gone. I had part of my wish. Now I needed to get him naked, too.

I struggled with his shirt, but I couldn’t manage the intricacies of his uniform. The shirt seemed to be fastened to his pants, and I was unable to defeat the closures. Grayson laughed and made quick work of taking off his utility belt, and then he laid his shirt out like a blanket behind me.

He opened his pants just enough to pull out his erect cock, and I grabbed him with both hands. I was greedy for him. Grayson moaned and threw his head back. I stroked him and thought about putting him in my mouth. I had never wanted to do that before, but now my mouth was watering just from looking at his impressive size.

Grayson’s erection was stunning. I never thought I would say that about a man. I would have said they all looked the same, that if you had seen one penis, you had seen them all. But Grayson was beautifully made. His cock was the type that Italian sculptors would have created whole statues around. It was the type that sex toy companies would use as a model for their most impressive models.

I could hear Grayson fumbling with his wallet, and he produced a condom. He ripped the package open and rolled the condom on. I hooked one of my legs around his naked back, urging him to take me.

I wanted him to take me fast and hard.

Grayson paused and rubbed my wet pussy with one hand. “Lucy. Look at me.”

Surprised, I tore my eyes away from his impressive body and made eye contact with him.

He stared into my eyes as he thrust between my legs, pushing me up the hood further. I wrapped my other leg around his back and hung on for the ride the best I could.

Grayson left his thumb to toy with my clit, while he made several slow, pulsing thrusts into my body. I could hear how wet I was, and now our moans and heavy breathing mingled together. He kissed me, and his other hand gripped my shoulder to hold me in place for his powerful lunges.

Over and over Grayson pounded into my body, his moves emphasized by his grunts of pleasure. I had never experienced anything like this before, this easy desire that exploded into the hottest flames with no effort at all on my part. I whimpered again and again, and then bit down on his shoulder as my orgasm crashed through me.

Grayson groaned as my pussy clenched around him, and he lost control of his smooth rhythm. He bucked into me, and I grabbed his ass with both hands. His muscles clenched with the strength of his orgasm, and he collapsed against me, still growling deep in his chest.

As my body relaxed in the aftermath of my pleasure, my mind regained awareness of the situation. I floated down from high into a hard landing.

Holy hell. I just had sex with Grayson Jackson on his patrol car!

I pushed hard against his shoulders, rapid movements of panic, trying to get out from under him. Grayson protested, but raised up an inch, and cocked one sexy eyebrow at me. He slipped out of my body with reluctance, looking down to watch himself pull free.

He grunted his sexy caveman grunt at the sight.

“Am I too heavy?” He leaned back away from me, still trying to catch his breath. He kept one hand on me as if concerned I would slide off the hood without his assistance. He had the look of a man well-pleasured, dark red and covered in a sheen of sweat, but still together and in control.

I’m sure I looked like a two dollar hooker with crazy hair and smeared makeup.

Grayson freed himself from the condom, and set it to the side.

He grinned at me. “I’m too old to be having sex in a car, baby, but damn. That was hot.” He looked around. “I guess technically we had sex on a car, not in it.”

He zipped himself back into his pants. He put his shirt on and put himself back to rights.

I grabbed my bra and tried to put it on. I kept getting tangled in the straps, and Grayson had to help me. That was the last straw.

“What just happened here?” I snatched my panties off the ground and wrenched them up my legs.

“What do you mean what happened? You finally came to your senses, and let me fuck that gorgeous pussy. That’s what happened.” Grayson’s eyes trailed over my body as he talked, and he licked his fingers, his eyes closing for a moment as he savored the taste of my body.

Infuriated, I hopped on one foot. A few minutes ago, we somehow managed to have the best sex of my life on this damn car, but now I can’t even put my pants on. I finally managed to get my jeans back on my sweaty body, and then finished dressing the rest of the way.

I raked my hand through my hair, trying to restore some order. No luck, I’m sure.

I stalked off further into the woods. At least no one could see us here. Thank goodness for small favors.

I stood with my hands on my hips staring at nothing. I was so deep into my recriminating thoughts, blaming myself for losing control that I jumped when Grayson came up behind me. I hadn’t even heard his footsteps on the rocky ground.

“Lucy. Turn around, baby.” I was stubborn and refused to move.

He walked around me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I pressed my cheek to his chest and tried not to cry.

“I’m not like this.” My words were muffled against his shirt.

“Not like what?” Grayson spoke in a soothing tone. He rubbed my back with one comforting hand, slow strokes that encouraged me to press further into his strong body. “Not sexy as hell? Not the girl who just gave me the best morning of my life?”

“Not like someone who has sex when we aren’t even dating. In public. On a cop car. While you are working! Oh, my goodness. I must have lost my mind.” Now the tears flowed, and that embarrassed me even more.

He lifted my head. “Hey, calm down. My shift ended thirty minutes ago. I wasn’t at work. I don’t fool around on the taxpayers’ dime.” He wiped my tears away. “We aren’t in public. Nobody can see us up here.”

I sniffled.

“I want to date you, Lucy.” He tugged me against him, and I felt him, so hard again already. “You are different from anyone I’ve ever known, and I like it. A lot.”

“You are a cop and a player. I told you how I feel about dating cops, and you’ve told me you aren’t looking for commitment. We can’t date.” I pushed away from him and tried to pull myself together.

Focus, Lucy.

“We can date.” His voice betrayed his growing irritation. Grayson tried to hug me again, but I stepped out of his embrace.

Grayson put up one hand in protest. “I was wrong about dating. I can admit that. I didn’t want to date before you came along. Now dating you is all I can think about.”

“I need to get back to my truck. I have a class this morning.” I whirled around and marched back to the car.

When I opened the door, I glanced back. Grayson was standing with his hands on his hips, looking like a pissed off alpha male. But his lips softened as I looked at him, and I could feel the tug on my heartstrings.

Bad idea, Lucy. Get in the car so we can get out of here.

I did just that.

Grayson slid in on the other side. He tried to talk to me on the way back to the police station, but I was too busy beating myself up to engage with him.

After he parked, I moved to get out of the vehicle, but he grabbed my wrist. “Tell me you are okay.”

“I’m fine.” I had a stubborn tilt to my chin as I spoke, and I glanced away from him.

I knew he didn’t believe me, but he let me go. I drove away and never looked back.

Once I was safe in the privacy of my dorm room, I was thrilled to find an email saying my only class of the day was canceled. Thank goodness.

I took a quick shower, despite the fact that I was reluctant to wash Grayson’s masculine scent off. Then I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over my head. I tried not to think about what had happened with Grayson, but it was impossible to put it out of my mind.

I kept reliving his intimate touches, and how he made me feel. No man had ever turned me on like that before. Not even close.

After tossing and turning for a while, I finally fell asleep. I hoped I would feel more in control after some much-needed rest.