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thick wet heat that she knew awaited her. Sandy’s heart raced beneath her ear like a frantic rabbit running from a fox. Fearful that she gone too far too fast and forced Sandy into a place that wasn’t pleasure, but pain, Mitchell asked gently, “Did I do something you didn’t like?”
    Sandy made a strangled sound, half sob, half laugh. “Sometimes…when you’re touching me…it feels so good that I get confused.”
    “Confused?” Mitchell didn’t move, didn’t change the inflection or tone of her voice. She listened with all her heart, wanting nothing more than to understand what this one woman needed from her.
    “When your mouth is on me like that…I can’t tell where you are, but I can feel you everywhere inside of me…touching me in places I know you can’t be touching me. I feel like I’m going to break, Dell. And I don’t know what will happen if I do.”
    “I won’t let you,” Mitchell promised fervently. “I’ll be right here. I’ll hold you.”
    Sandy inched down on the bed until her face was even with Mitchell’s. She looked into Mitchell’s eyes. “I believe you. I do. But…no one’s ever made me feel what you do.” She laughed harshly. “God, I never wanted anyone to make me feel anything when they touched me.”
    “I love you.”
    “Even knowing…what I am?”
    “What are you, Sandy?” Mitchell’s lips were almost touching Sandy’s. She stroked Sandy’s hips very gently with just the tips of her fingers.
    “You know, Dell. I trade sex for money.”
    “When was the last time?”
    “You don’t want to know these things.”
    “Yes,” Mitchell said quietly, but firmly. “I do.”
    “A week or so ago. A couple of car jobs down on Arch.”
    Mitchell never stopped her gentle caresses. “Before you signed on with Frye as her CI?”
    Sandy nodded. “She told me it was part of the deal…that I don’t hook.”
    “And that’s the reason you stopped?”
    This time, Sandy shook her head in the negative. “It wasn’t for Frye.”
    “Why then?”
    “I don’t know,” Sandy whispered. “After that psycho murdered Anne Marie, I quit everything except the quick stuff. Too much can happen when you’re alone in a room with a guy.”
    Mitchell blinked. “That was months ago.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Maybe you’re done with it?”
    “Are you asking?”
    “Not yet.” Mitchell moved her hand from Sandy’s hips to her belly and continued her soft caresses. “But I can’t think about anyone else touching you.”
    “Don’t think about it. Please.” Sandy traced her fingers over the arch of Mitchell’s cheekbone and down along the angle of her jaw. She very gently rested her fingers against Mitchell’s mouth. “No one touches me except you.”
    “Someday,” Mitchell whispered, “I’m going to have to ask.”
    “Dell,” Sandy said softly. “I won’t lie to you.”
    “I don’t want you to.”
    “Then don’t ask about what you don’t want to know, okay?”
    “For now.” Mitchell kissed Sandy gently. “Can I look at you some more now?”
    Sandy’s laugh was shaky. “No sex.”
    “No promises.”
    “Dell,” Sandy whispered, covering the hand that stroked her abdomen with her own. Looking into Mitchell’s eyes, she guided Mitchell’s hand lower between her thighs. “You see?”
    “Oh, baby, you are so beautiful.” Mitchell had a hard time getting air into her lungs, and the fever in her belly burned bright. “You have to let me make you come.”
    “You think…I’ll say…no?” Sandy’s hips undulated gently to the sweet, slow rhythm of Mitchell’s fingers sliding over her ready flesh. Her lids flickered, and her eyes lost focus. With a small cry, she rested her forehead against Dell’s, shivering all over. In a voice barely a whisper, she said, “Do it harder, baby.”
    “Not yet,” Mitchell choked, fighting not to hurry. “I love the way you feel. I want it to last forever. Don’t come yet.”
    Sandy’s hand tightened on Mitchell’s