Dillon slipped into the bed cautiously, thankful that Ella had a large version rather than a single. He could’ve slept on the couch or in her spare room, but something drove him to seek her comfort. Normally, sharing a bed with a woman meant s*x, but with Ella, the need for closeness drove him. Which made no sense, but he was a man who listened to his gut instincts. They’d saved him more than once.
“Dillon?”
“If it’s someone else, we’re in trouble.”
“Cold.”
She scooched nearer and wound around him like a clinging vine. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest while her limbs entwined with his.
She yawned. “Thought I could do s*x. Later. So tired.”
The coolness of her flesh did little to calm the burst of desire that grabbed him by the balls when she crooned the word s*x. Tension sl
