“It's so hot," she whispered, slipping her hand into Tyrone's shirt to caress his muscles.

A contented sigh escaped her lips. It felt wonderful, yet not enough.

Unconsciously, she ripped at Tyrone's shirt, breaking the top two buttons, and pressed her face against him.

Tyrone's arms cradled a sexy woman, writhing and restless. Desire threatened to overtake him, but memories of Sabrina's tearful accusations held him back. He feared causing her pain or increasing her hatred towards him.

Earlier, when he had witnessed the scene in the tent, fury had consumed him. Had he not realized Sabrina's urgency, he might have killed Raul right then.

His thoughts turned dark, contemplating what might have happened if he hadn't been there.

Sabrina's touch stirred him from his reverie, tantalizing him again.

Veins throbbed in his forehead as he strained to resist. Gently holding her arm, he murmured, "Sabrina, good girl, we'll arrive at the hospital soon."

A painful twist and groan came from Sabrina.

Tyrone was stunned.

Her hand slipped from his control, eagerly reaching for him again.

Tearing at her own clothes, she panted, “Hot... I feel so hot... I don't feel good..."

Sabrina wasn't wearing much, Tugging at her collar, her breasts became visible.

Oblivious to her exposure, she guided Tyrone's hands to her.

A mental buzz overtook him, and he pinched her involuntarily.

“Hmm.

Her sexy moan made his eyes flare, but he struggled to control himself, querying the helicopter pilot, “How Long will it take?"

“Twenty minutes to Geelong," the pilot replied, referring to the nearest city among the surrounding small towns.

Half-conscious, Sabrina called his name. "Tyrone?"

"Yes, it's me," he assured, clutching her hand.