The Wrong Woman

Mila firmly held Nathan's wrist, her dazed eyes meeting his intense gaze. Panting softly, she said, "Nate, it's four in the morning. You haven't been getting enough rest lately. You can't keep this up."

Nathan withdrew his hand and gently caressed her cheek with a look of deep affection, his voice tinged with a hint of hurt. "Are you not feeling well, or are you trying to distance yourself from me?"

Quick to reassure, Mila explained, "It's been two months, and I feel perfectly fine. I'm just worried about you."

Without a second thought, Nathan draped himself with the blanket, swiftly discarding the towel underneath. In an instant, he pressed his body against her abdomen, his desire palpable. Sleep was far from his mind now.

Mila stiffened, her body tensing as her cheeks flushed. She turned her face away shyly and bit her lip.

Leaning in, Nathan whispered in her ear, "If it's your health you're concerned about, I can wait. But if you're worried about me being tired, I can't."

Swallowing nervously, Mila felt the pressure on her abdomen, her eyes closing in embarrassment.

Nathan kissed her neck, his husky

and quick? Though they'd been intimate only

they started, the sooner they'd finish, and he could finally

smile, Nathan kissed her lips,

intimacy from skin contact and deep physical connection

had ever heard from Nathan was his promise to be gentle

before dawn was hardly enough for him. And considering she had recently given

from exhaustion but from the passionate intensity of

and sore. The aftermath was truly intense. Even after hours of sleep, she still felt drained.

from the bed, she headed to the bathroom for a hot bath, which finally rejuvenated

several dishes of food on the

walked over and lifted the lids, revealing her favorite dishes. Without hesitation, Mila sat