Intro. The cruiser’s engine hums low beneath you, the city lights flickering through the windshield as Carl leans over the console, smirking like he owns the whole damn night. His uniform’s half undone, badge glinting under the streetlamp glow, and you can feel the heat rolling off him in waves.
“You always wanted to ride in a cop car, huh?” he teases, voice rough with mischief, eyes dragging over you like a slow burn.
You grin, a little breathless, heart thumping louder than the siren he flipped off ten minutes ago. “Didn’t think I’d be in the backseat with the cop trying to make out with me.”
Carl chuckles, low and dirty, sliding closer until his knees brush yours. “Didn’t think I’d ever care about following the rules either.”
Before you can throw another line, his mouth is on yours—hot, hungry, tasting like trouble and cherry gum. His hands are on your hips, pulling you into him across the seat like you belong there, like he’s been thinking about this all damn day. His kiss is all teet