The moment she got into the bed, Rowan moved with surprising speed. He reached out with his large arm and grabbed her around the waist.
He pulled her firmly against his side, which caused her to let out a little eep of pure surprise.
She tumbled softly against his solid warmth. He wrapped his arm securely around her, pulling her completely into the center of the bed. He held her close, pressing her back against his chest, tangling their legs together under the heavy velvet quilt.
He buried his face in the soft curve of her neck. He breathed in her scent, letting out a long, deeply satisfied sigh. He kissed her neck softly, his warm lips brushing against her pulse point. Then, he moved his head slightly and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss against her shoulder through the fabric of her dress.
"Rowan," Delaney whispered, her face turning a bright shade of pink in the dim light. She pushed lightly against his chest, careful not to hurt his ribs. "You must sleep."
