Everyone filed out and left Isabella and Dillon alone. He fell back on the bed. She crawled across the new mattress to join him. When she curled into his side, he wrapped an arm around her and held her close.
“Erik’s going to get kicked out,” Dillon said.
Isabella peered up at her mate.
Dillon met her gaze and smirked. “Gavin can only have one baby under the roof at a time.”
She playfully smacked his chest. “I hope he finds a mate before that happens.”
“That’s asking a lot of a woman. She’s got to be a special kind of crazy to want to deal with that man,” Dillon said.
Isabella wanted to refute him, but his fingers crept under her shirt and started a fire in her core. She pressed against him and reveled in the heat. His fingers found her breasts. She moaned.
When Dillon paused and asked if it was okay to go further while she was pregnant, she laughed and assured him it was very much okay. He went to shut and lock the French doors before rushing back to her. Dillon showed her all the ways he loved her, with his hands, with his lips, and with his heart.