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through clenched teeth.
    “Good. I want you closer.”
    “I don’t think that’s poss— Oh.” The blunt head of his cock pushed against her entrance.
    “Focus here,” he reminded her, rubbing faster circles around her swollen bud. “Clear your mind, then zero in right here.”
    Sarah let her mind go blank as best she could. The stretch was impossible to ignore. It burned, but only a little. Mentally, she zeroed in, picturing what his hand was doing to her pussy. She visualized his long tan fingers against her damp, pink skin, the patterns he drew, how his fingertips glistened with her moisture. Sarah’s arousal climbed another notch at the erotic mental image.
    “God, this is amazing. Tell me you’re okay.”
    He was in. Seriously? The fullness, the feel of his balls against her backside when she squirmed confirmed it. “I’m okay.” And she was.
    “Good. Then I’m just going to stay here a minute because if I move, it’s all over.” His voice was strained, but she didn’t dare look back. Seeing him fighting that hard for composure might end it for her faster than anything.
    But before long, the pressure to stay still was too much and she wiggled.
    “Sarah,” he growled.
    “Move,” she asked. Pleaded, really.
    A slow glide out, then back in was her answer. His fingers never stopped their motion and the unusual, new and exciting sensation sent a thrill bolting up her spine. The next thrust she met him halfway, arching her back.
    “I can’t do this… I can’t hold out.” He groaned the words and his fingers picked up an almost frantic pace. “Come for me. Come on, baby.”
    He didn’t have to ask twice. Hands twisting in the covers, she let out a short scream, which was muffled in the pillow. The quivering muscles made keeping her position difficult, but thanks to the pillow under her hips, it wasn’t impossible.
    Pete plunged in with short thrusts until he gave a hoarse shout before covering her back once more with his chest. His weight was heavy, but she loved it. Loved that he was so spent for energy from an unbelievable fuck that he couldn’t move.
    Pete stood, kissed her brow and said he would be right back. She faintly heard the water run in the bathroom, then the door closing. Finally the mattress dipped and she knew he was back. A warm washcloth soothed her stinging skin, then he tossed the cloth back to the bathroom and tugged her close. Snuggling down under the covers, he surrounded her with his warmth and security.
    Damn, she had it bad.
    Sarah vaguely remembered that Pete wanted to talk about something before she took charge with her sexual appetite. Part of her was curious enough to want to wake him and find out. But he looked so sweet, so peaceful sleeping.
    They could talk about it later.
    * * * * *
     
    Pete felt like an ass for sneaking out. But he wasn’t ready to have the conversation yet. Not with her still warm in bed, drifting on the waves of contentment. It would have been like dumping a bucket of cold water over her head.
    Pete grabbed a bottle of water from the guesthouse fridge and plunked down in a chair at the kitchen table. Emptying the pockets of his coat on the table, he stared at his phone. Was now the time?
    His hands were dialing before his brain could catch up. And when Trav answered, Pete knew it was time to face the music.
    “Hey, buddy. What’s going on?”
    A jaw-cracking yawn was his only answer for a moment. “Night shift. New cops get the shit shifts for a while.”
    “Bummer. Do you need me to let you get some sleep?” Say yes. Give me another day. No, don’t say yes. I need to do this now.
    “If you’re calling this early on leave, something’s up. What is it?”
    Pete took a deep breath and before he could chicken out blurted, “I found your sister.” Exactly how he’d found her wasn’t really the issue. Not now, anyway.
    There was silence. Nothing but the almost nonexistent static hum. Then, “Say again?”
    “Sarah. You said her name