Dylan turned down the light, sat down beside her, and then cradled her in his arms, "Don't talk nonsense." He said as he pressed her head against his chest. "Sleep now." Savannah raised her head, staring up at him. The dim light softly lightened his face.
Slowly, she felt the warmth from the man, and a sense of security swept through her heart. She blushed again and slightly struggled in his arms. "Dylan, I can sleep by myself..." She was not a little baby, why cuddle her in this way.
Her soft body moved in his arms with a subtle perfume, which burned his skin and melted his bones. His breathing hitched. The little woman always hit him at that place, whether she realized it or not. It's almost a blatant seduction.
"Don't move. Otherwise, you will face the consequences yourself." He threatened her in a low voice. He might be tempted to make her if she twisted in his arms one more time, even if she was put on a drip now. Learning what he meant, Savannah dared not move again.
