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been so happy to see a pillow in her life. Thanks to Damon, for tonight she was safe.
    She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she opened her eyes and glanced across the bed. It was empty. She sat up and squinted against the darkness.
    Damon lay sprawled on the floor, his muscled arm thrown across his eyes.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Getting some sleep. You need to do the same. We’re going to have a long day tomorrow.”
    “You can’t sleep on the floor.” After all he’d done, it wasn’t right for him to be spending the night on the floor.
    “Ava, go to sleep.”
    “Damon, get in the bed.”
    He moved his arm and looked at her like she’d grown a second head. “What?”
    “You can’t sleep on the floor. You can sleep in the bed with me. It’s fine.”
    “No. It’s not.”
    “I promise to stay on my side. I’m too tired to make a move on you anyway.” She snorted.
    He gave her a horrified look. She flinched at the insult.
    “If you won’t sleep in the bed, then I’m going to sleep on the floor with you.” As much as she didn’t want to, she stood and grabbed a pillow. He scrambled to his feet.
    “Damn it. Get back in the bed.”
    “Are you coming?”
    “Yes.” He made a growling noise.
    She watched him make his way to the other side of the bed and pull back the cover. Satisfied, she slid back under the sheets and closed her eyes.
    ***
    Damon woke up, his cock rock hard and aching. Ava’s arm was wrapped around him like a vine. Her soft body pressed against his side while her arm was slung low across his stomach, inches from his throbbing dick.
    He gritted his teeth as he tried to ease toward the edge of the bed, hoping to quickly slide out before she woke.
    She moaned softly, her breath scorching his shoulder while her hand snuck even lower past the waistband of his boxers.
    Sweat broke out across his body at the warmth of her touch. God, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself between her thighs until they were both sated.
    Her breasts pressed against his arm, the outline of her hard nipples burning his skin through the thin shirt. He bet those tight buds tasted as sweet as she smelled.
    She sighed and shifted, rolling to her back as she pulled his arm across her flat stomach. She tugged his hand down to her thigh, his fingers very close to the heated treasure that lay between her legs. Gritting his teeth, he used all his self-control to move his hand away. She moaned and covered his hand.
    He couldn’t breathe.
    He should stop her. He. Really. Should.
    He’d been with a lot of women, but they were usually one-night stands. A woman with Ava’s beauty had never given him a second look, let alone touched him like she was doing.
    But then again, she was asleep. She was probably having some dream about a Calvin Klein underwear model.
    She moved and her shirt rode up dangerously high on her thigh.
    Fuck. Was she not wearing any panties?
    His body clenched so tight he thought his bones might shatter.
    “Damon.”
    He jerked his gaze up to her face, expecting to see her looking back at him. How was he going to explain his hand on her thigh? She’d never believe the truth.
    Her eyes were closed, her face lost in concentration as she dreamed.
    She wasn’t awake. She just said his name in her sleep.
    The thought shot through him as his erection grew painfully hard.
    He needed to get out of bed before he climbed between her legs and gave her something to moan about.
    Gritting his teeth, he pulled his hand away and rolled off the bed in one fluid movement. He pulled the sheet up to her waist.
    She stretched her arms over her head and blinked. Her gaze settled on him and she sat up. Her oversized T-shirt gaped open, giving him an amazing view of a firm breast.
    She followed his stare to her chest. Blushing, she tugged the shirt back into place.
    “What time is it?” She ran her hand through her tousled hair.
    “Almost eight.” He kept his back to her as he slid on his jeans and