Aftershocks still tore through her and her inner walls clenched over him. The sensation was so sublime she could barely keep a thought in her head.

“That’s what I wanted to feel,” he said, his breathing so labored, it came out on a gasp. “Let me feel it again, love.”

His hand snaked between them, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves again even as he worked his cock deeper, nudging against that spot deep inside her that made her shudder.

He played her like an instrument, and this time, they came together. It was slow and sweet, his name a murmured, breathy chant on her lips. She barely managed 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 arm before he opened his eyes, but the weight on his chest was far heavier. Waking up to the tickle of long, soft hair on his cheek and the scent of shampoo in his nose triggered memories from a past life. Memories that fucking hurt. Courtney mumbled in her sleep and tucked her bottom more firmly against 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 some reason, after last night, he couldn’t bring himself to leave when he should have. Once she calmed some, before they’d slept together, he should have promised to be on call if she needed him, contacted Cat to come by, and then left. But even after she’d snuggled in and her breathing had gotten low and slow, he kept promising himself he would, after one more minute.

Now here he was, breaking his 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 arm gently 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-smile on her face, she looked like she was dreaming 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 know when to quit.

He swung by his house to change clothes and brush his teeth before heading over to the station. By the time he got there, his head was pounding. Tension headache from too much thinking, probably. He’d been trying his damnedest to focus on the day ahead, of possible calls he could make to various CI’s and try to get some tips on who might be behind the robbery, but his mind kept circling back to Courtney. The look on her face last night when they’d made…sex.

“Fuckin’ A,” he growled, as he strode to his desk.

“Good morning to you too, asshole.” Cherry Travers, one of the detectives in his department who worked the night shift, gave him a finger wiggle from her desk, which was situated next to his. “Bad night?

“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 from her cup of bad station coffee and he eyed it longingly.

“I have a couple things I want to look into. Friend of mine was robbed last night. I was off duty so it’s not my case, but I thought I’d do some legwork to help out. You make a whole pot or…” He nodded toward her cup, interested in the answer as much as he was interested in cutting the convo short.

“Yup. But so you know, I think it’s even worse than usual. When was the last time someone washed that pot?”

He shrugged and crossed the utilitarian room to the break room. “You’re supposed to wash those?”

She laughed 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 him nowhere and his regular 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 from Cat letting him, Galen, Lacey, and Courtney know that she and Shane were grilling if anyone wanted to stop by for a burger on their way home. Courtney had already responded with a yes.

He mulled it over, wondering if it wouldn’t be better for them to get some distance after last night, but then his stomach growled. Might 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 the window replaced and all that, plus he was starving.

“Davenport.” His lieu stood over his desk casting a shadow that was as wide as it was long. Mrs. Stanley was going to have to start watching her husband’s calorie intake if she wanted him to live past sixty. “Have Williams stick those reports on my desk before he leaves tonight.”

“Will do,” Rafe said with a nod, snapping instantly back into work mode and then glancing at his watch. Five thirty. Just enough time to swing by and pick up some beer and make it to Shane and Cat’s for dinner. “I’m leaving now, but I have a call scheduled with him at eight o’clock tonight when he gets back from those witness interviews.”

There had been a brutal assault on an elderly woman at a convenience store the morning before, and his partner was finishing up with the last few witnesses while he followed up with some telephone leads that had come in. So far, they didn’t have much, but he was confident that Williams would manage to get some good info from a witness who claimed she was looking out her window when the attacker was fleeing the scene.

Until then, he’d eat a juicy burger with some friends. The only way to keep from burning out at this job was to make sure to temper the bad with the really good, and his life was pretty good. He had a satisfying job, and a few buddies he could count on. He didn’t need or want the complication of a woman full time.

So when it came time to let Courtney go…wait, did they have two more scenes or one? He didn’t know whether last night counted or not. There was no precedent to look to for the answer. Sex had been a planned activity for so long, there had never been any question. That spontaneous coupling, born from her need for comfort and his need to provide it, and reassure himself that she was all right? That she was there and unhurt and alive? It cheapened it to call it a scene.

He whipped off a quick text back to the group, got his shit together, and headed out into the lingering sunshine. Perfect evening for grilling. He slid behind the wheel of his car, stopped off for a six-pack, and then made the short trip to his friends’ house.

He pulled up behind Courtney’s car and put his own in park, wondering if she was going to be more spooked about the robbery or about what had happened between them afterward. He sat for another long minute, wondering if maybe he should reconsider going in, when a sharp rap on the window snagged his attention. He turned to see Shane standing outside the car.

“Cat said your car was making a knocking sound and you wanted me to take a look?”

He opened the driver’s-side door and stepped onto the pavement as Shane peppered him with questions about manifolds and carburetors, but he was only half listening. The other half was busy watching Courtney through the kitchen window as she talked to Cat. Her face was animated and she was smiling. That was good. Maybe she wasn’t freaked out after all. Maybe she’d taken him at his word when he told her she was safe and the odds of her getting robbed again were nil. And maybe she also realized that the deeper connection between them the night before had been nothing more than two people in an emotionally charged situation taking comfort in each other.

Yep, maybe it was better not to go looking for trouble where there was none.

…

“You must have been terrified,” Lacey said, leaning over the cloth-covered picnic table to squeeze Courtney’s hand.

“Of course she was,” Cat snorted. “But my girl kept a level head, grabbed herself a knife, and got her ass out of there. You done good, kid. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Courtney smiled and shrugged. “It helped that Rafe was on the phone. He kept me calm. Or as calm as I could possibly be in that circumstance. If the zombie apocalypse comes—”

“Ha! You mean when the zombie apocalypse comes,” Cat corrected, and she stood to refill everyone’s iced tea glasses.

“Okay, when it does, I’ll take Rafe in my survivor camp any day.” She sent him a shy smile, still not sure how to act around him. He’d been especially quiet since he’d arrived, and she wondered if he was having second thoughts about last night or was just preoccupied with work stuff as he claimed.

“I appreciate that,” he said, tipping his head in her direction, but not meeting her gaze. “And best believe I’ll take the ER nurse on my team in a heartbeat. Now if we can just find someone who can hunt once the food supply is depleted, we’ll be set.”

“I don’t want to toot my own horn, but everyone knows I can fish my ass off,” Galen said from his designated spot at the grill. “I’m thinking if someone needs to get voted off, we need to consider losing the deadweight. Shane here can’t even cook a decent steak.”

“I was dealing with the meat just fine until you got here and took over. You and your sister are both too bossy for your own good. Not conducive to communal lifestyles,” Shane said, ignoring his fiancée’s indignant gasp. “And plus, you and Lacey have the baby coming in a couple weeks. You’re going to be so focused on her, you won’t be able to think rationally. I’ve seen it a hundred times. It’s the curse of all new parents.”

The playful ribbing continued around them and Lacey made her case for inclusion in the war against zombies as Cat rose and motioned for Courtney to follow. “Want to help me with the salad?”

Courtney grabbed the tall, sweating glass of tea and trailed behind her friend into the kitchen.

“What’s the deal?” Cat asked softly, with a glance at the door to make sure no one had followed.

“What do you mean?” God, she was the worst liar. Her cheeks were on fire and she pressed the chilled glass to one. “Hot out there, huh?”

“Don’t give me that shit,” Cat said, and began rustling through the refrigerator. “Something is brewing here, and I want to know what it is.”

“I’m not sure,” Courtney said cautiously. “We’ve had two of our scenes so far…well, maybe three?”

“You mean you don’t know?” Cat threw an astonished look over her shoulder before rising, closing the refrigerator door with a hitch of her hip. “If that’s the case, then he’s definitely doing something wrong.”

“No, it’s not that. We, uh, slept together on three separate occasions but one of them was last night. After the break-in. It wasn’t what I’d call a scene, but…”

“Seriously?” Cat asked, her face a mask of awe as the nimble hands opening a package of carrots for the salad slowed to a halt.

“Seriously. And it wasn’t in the heat of the moment or anything. We just kind of woke up in the middle of the night and turned to each other.” A warmth bloomed in her chest and she shook her head, bemused. “I’m sort of…nuts about him.”

How crazy to hear those words coming out of her own mouth. A month ago, she would have bet a million dollars it would be years before she felt ready to dive into another relationship. But now, with Rafe? She was so filled with hope. Like anything was possible.