Officer out of Uniform (Lock and Key Book 2) by Ranae Rose Read Free Book Online Page A

officers be part of the manhunt?
    “Hey, Henry.” Sasha turned, peering up at him from her seat on the couch. At first, there was a hint of apprehension in her brown eyes, but it was quickly obliterated by a smile that spread across her face, inviting and just a little bit sultry. “Are you going to have a seat while that coffee is brewing or what?”
    He forced himself to smile back. “I think I’ve got some ice cream in the freezer. Want some?”
    He retreated to the kitchen without waiting for her reply and started rummaging in the freezer. He wasn’t trying to give her the cold shoulder; he just couldn’t stand the thought of sitting through the news report.
    “Chocolate with peanut butter cups,” he called out.
    “Sounds great.”
    He knew the store brand ice cream he had was crap compared to the things she could cook, but it was something. He took his time spooning it out into bowls, tiny ice crystals and all. Luckily, she sauntered over to join him in the kitchen.
    They sat across from each other, and after a couple bites of ice cream he barely tasted, he rose to get the coffee he’d poured minutes ago. Hers had the telltale caramel color of coffee with cream and sugar, and he took his own black. He liked the bold flavor, untainted by sweetness. It helped clear his head.
    Of course, all that clarity went to shit the second Sasha stood up and pushed back her seat. There was nothing particularly erotic about the movement, but her body always looked great, especially while in motion. Her breasts were big enough that any movement made them bounce a little, and he was always watching closely enough to notice.
    “I’m going to use your restroom, if you don’t mind.”
    “Go ahead. It’s right down the hall, on the right.”
    “I know.”
    “Right.” The room felt suddenly hotter.
    As she retreated to the bathroom, Wolf followed her. After she shut the door, he plunked down outside it, stretching out at the threshold.
    Henry snorted. Wolf had never acted like that around anyone before. “You have it bad,” he informed the dog, then took a long sip of his coffee.
    He knew exactly how Wolf felt.
    Sasha was back a minute later, and Wolf came to lie by the table, shooting occasional looks up at her.
    Henry glanced at the clock. It was getting late. “You can have my bed tonight,” he said.
    She smiled. “I assumed we’d share it. Again.”
    His heart sped. “I was going to offer to take the couch,” he said. “I don’t want you to feel like we have to sleep together again just because we have already.”
    She raised an eyebrow. “I hope that’s just a misguided sense of chivalry talking, and not a reflection of how you actually feel about me.”
    The way his dick pressed against his jeans’ zipper – painfully – reminded him of how he really felt.
    “There’s not a single part of me that actually feels like sleeping on the couch,” he said. “Not my back – that thing kills my back. And definitely not my cock, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
    “Then stop talking about sleeping on the couch. We’ll sleep in your bed, together.”
    He was hard as steel just thinking about it. Still, he almost said no. The day’s tension had gathered in his muscles, concentrated between his shoulder blades. There, he could feel an invisible target, a sense of wariness that’d settled beneath the layers of his skin, a part of him. It was an old feeling born in the desert that came to the surface from time to time.
    Who was he kidding, though? He couldn’t say no to Sasha. He’d just have to pace himself – keep himself in check. Spend the night with her while keeping one ear to the ground. He could handle that … right?
    Staying close to her would make it easier to protect her, anyway.
    “All right. If that’s what you want.” He finished his coffee in record time even though it was still near scalding.
    He wasn’t sure if she’d finished hers, but around the same time he put his cup