The Wrong Woman

Nathan's intense gaze met Mila's as he tenderly stroked her long hair. Anxiously pursing her lips, Mila asked, "Nate, how's the plan going?"

"Let's save that talk for the morning, alright?" His eyes lingered on her soft pink lips, a subtle tension evident in the movement of his Adam's apple.

"Okay," Mila replied softly. Her hand gently caressed his seemingly weary face. "You must be exhausted. How about a bath to relax? Then you can get some rest."

"I'm not tired." Nathan's voice was husky and his eyes were glowing like embers. "I'll take a shower. Wait for me."

Assuming he had something to share, Mila nodded. "Alright."

Nathan stood, shedding his jacket before placing his phone on the bedside table and heading into the bathroom.

Mila sat up to check his phone and found it dead. She quickly fetched a charger and plugged it in. Tidying up the bed sheets, she settled into the space he intended to sleep in, warming it for him.

the bathroom door opening echoed. Mila sat up eagerly and said, "Nate, I've warmed up the bed

Her words trailed off.

towel in hand, wiping

defined features remained as striking as ever, his torso bare, covered only by a

His chest was firm, his abs clearly defined, and his V-line

of Nathan, fresh from his bath, exuded

and mumbled, "I... You should get some sleep." Nathan set down the towel, supporting

gaze further, almost hiding her chin in

and her heart was pounding as she questioned, "Aren't you going to

the last time he'd only worn shorts to

chin to meet her shy eyes. "We already had a child, and I'm merely without a shirt.

warm cheeks and then pushed against his cool chest. "You've just returned from a mission, you must be exhausted. You should rest." Ignoring her resistance, Nathan drew her closer and kissed