There was absolutely no way Dahlia was going to allow him to clean up her mess. She opened her mouth but he'd pulled her in closer, his warm breath dusting kisses along her jawline. Her mind welt blank as her body melted and her eyes fluttered shut. There was something she was supposed to say... "Quin," She started in a whine but she'd forgotten what it was. Instead she tilted her head up so he could access under her jaw. "Early bed?" She breathed. Eyes shut, safe in Quin's arms, Dahlia's hormones ranged against her being, muddling her mind and creating one thought and one thought alone - bed. Their wonderful comfortable bed where Quin did all sorts of wicked things to her.