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Aftershocks still tore through her and her inner walls clenched over hiht in her head

"That’s what I wanted to feel," he said, his breathing so labored, it caain, love"

His hand snaked between theain even as he worked his cock deeper, nudging against that spot deep inside her that made her shudder

He played her like an instruether It was slow and sweet, his naed to bite back the one that kept reverberating in her head with every beat of her heart

Don’t go

Chapter Twelve

Rafe felt the weight on his arht on his chest was far heavier Waking up to the tickle of long, soft hair on his cheek and the scent of shaeredhurt Courtney ainst his hips He didn’t resist the sudden urge to caress her cheek

He hadn’t meant to stay At least, not unless she took the bed and he took the couch Talk about confusing things But for so himself to leave when he should have Once she calether, he should have promised to be on call if she needed him, contacted Cat to coled in and her breathing had gotten low and slow, he kept pro himself he would, after onehis own rules by waking up next to the first woman he’d actually slept with in over five years He still had nothing to offer her No promises No future No happily ever after

He tugged his arently out from under Courtney’s head and slipped off the couch as carefully as possible He shouldn’t have worried, because she didn’t budge Fist curled up against her chin, half-s of puppies That was good She felt safe, even if it was only in sleep for now

He found a pen and paper in the kitchen and jotted a quick note

Had to go If you need anything, give me a call

--R

A hot minute later, he was out the door He didn’t have to be at work for another two hours, but he could get a jump-start on Courtney’s case if he went in early He’d like nothing better than to be able to call and tell her that they’d found the burglar

And because you’re a chickenshit

Stupid fucking voice didn’t knohen to quit

He swung by his house to change clothes and brush his teeth before heading over to the station By the ti Tension headache fro his damnedest to focus on the day ahead, of possible calls he could ht be behind the robbery, but hisback to Courtney The look on her face last night when they’d rowled, as he strode to his desk

"Goodto you too, asshole" Cherry Travers, one of the detectives in his departle froht?

"Not the best I’ve had" Although that was only half-true Part of it had been pretty fantastic He bit back another curse

"Why are you here so early?" The pretty brunette took a long pull froly

"I have a couple things I want to look into Friend of ht I was off duty so it’s not work to help out You make a whole pot or…" He nodded toward her cup, interested in the answer asthe convo short

"Yup But so you know, I think it’s even worse than usual When was the last tied and crossed the utilitarian room to the break roohed and dropped her head back down to finish the paperwork she’d been working on

The rest of his day flew by in such a haze, between calls that got hiular work, that he didn’t realize he hadn’t even stopped for lunch He checked his phone again to see if Courtney had called, but she hadn’t There was a short group text fro hirilling if anyone wanted to stop by for a burger on their way home Courtney had already responded with a yes

Heif it wouldn’t be better for theht, but then his stoht as well kill two birds with one stone He wanted to see her face, make sure she was okay, check to see if she’d called to have thereplaced and all that, plus he was starving