She watched him go into his room and shut the door, too overwhelmed to move, even when Diesel left Joshua’s room and approached her.

“Hey,” he said softly, stroking her hair. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She smiled up at him. “Well, other than the fact that Michael will probably move to the floor next to Joshua’s bed as soon as we go to sleep.” She sighed. “And that Cade Kaiser is still out there, trying to hurt our boys.”

He wrapped his arms around her, and for that moment she felt so safe. So . . . wanted. Happy, she realized. I’m happy.

He kissed her forehead. “It won’t hurt Michael to sleep on the floor for a while. He’ll return to his bed when he’s ready. And if it goes on too long, we’ll ask Meredith what to do. As for Kaiser, we’ll worry about him in the morning. Come on. Let’s go to bed.” He nuzzled the side of her neck, making her shiver. “I’ve been waiting all day to get you alone.”

“Me, too.” She turned her head, her lips finding his. It started out sweet, but he took control, growling against her mouth. “I love that sound,” she confessed.

“Come with me, and I’ll make it again.”

She laughed. “I hope to.” She lifted a brow. “To come with you.”

“You’re very bad, Dr. Novak. I love it.” He tugged on her hand, threading their fingers together as he led her to the bedroom. It was sweet. Chaste, even.

Which was really nice, she thought, but not what she wanted at the moment. She waited until they were in their room before opening her mouth to say exactly that, but all she could do was moan, because Diesel had her back against the bedroom door and his hand down her pants before she could blink.

He took her mouth in a bruising kiss that was everything she’d wanted and his fingers . . . “Oh my God,” she moaned, but it was muffled because he wouldn’t stop kissing her. Her hips bucked, trying to get his fingertips where she needed them.

He lifted his head, breathing hard, his dark eyes nearly black and glittering with undisguised hunger. Dani let her head fall back against the door, closed her eyes, and let herself feel.

“More,” she whispered. “God, Diesel.” She worked her hands between their bodies and jerked at the snap on her pants, kicking off her shoes as she lowered her zipper. Then her pants and panties were gone, the cool air of the bedroom feeling so good against her heated skin.