Carrying me directly to the center of the sprawling suite, Nate gently lowered me onto the massive expanse of silver silk sheets, but the sudden loss of his body heat was so startling that I let out a soft, involuntary whimper of protest. My hands reached out blindly, grabbing a handful of his unbuttoned shirt before he could pull away.
“Don’t go,” I mumbled, my eyes still stubbornly closed. “It’s cold. You’re warm.”
“Biologically speaking, Raiden is significantly warmer,” Nate noted with a soft, amused huff of breath, though he made no attempt to pry my fingers from his shirt. “But I suppose my thermal output is adequate.”
“Get in,” I demanded sleepily, tugging weakly on the fabric.
I heard the heavy thud of Raiden’s boots hitting the hardwood floor as he kicked them off, followed imm
