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.

husky voice soothing. "I'll be

been intimate only

they'd finish,

a tender smile, Nathan kissed her lips, his fingers

of the night. True intimacy from skin contact and deep physical connection

lie Mila had ever heard from Nathan was his promise to be

him. And considering she had recently given birth, his restraint

morning sun rose, Mila didn't drift into sleep from exhaustion but from the passionate intensity of the

growling hungrily, her thighs feeling weak and sore. The aftermath was truly intense. Even after hours

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

emerging from the bath, Mila found several dishes of food

in the room, she walked over and lifted the lids, revealing her favorite