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 gentle and

and quick? Though they'd been intimate only once,

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

tender smile, Nathan kissed her lips, his

the depths of the night. True intimacy from skin contact and deep

ever heard from Nathan was

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

but from the passionate intensity of the moment. When

and sore. The aftermath was truly intense. Even after hours of sleep,

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

Mila found several dishes of food on the coffee

the room, she walked over and lifted the lids, revealing her favorite dishes. Without hesitation,