Although he had a cramp in his right bicep, at this point, he simply wouldn’t let go of Ella. She felt too good against him. Hell, he didn’t even want to get up and pee. Yesterday and last night had been something he’d never experienced before. There had been a distinct connection with Ella that frightened him, but it made him happy. She knew his secrets and weaknesses; yet, she’d welcomed him into her bedroom and had never asked him to leave. He’d even suggested he go to his own room at some point in the night, and she’d made it empathically clear she didn’t want that to happen. So he’d stayed. She flipped over so they lay chest to chest. He loved the feeling of her soft breath against his neck, the light smell of lilacs that penetrated his nose. He pulled her close, the blood rushing for his groin. This woman made him crazy. His finger trailed down the left side of her face, feeling the thick welt and the mottled skin around it.
