Right now, Nadia was resting her face against Mika's chest, legs wrapped securely around his waist, her body molded perfectly against him.
Her eyes were half-closed in pure contentment, like a cat who had finally found the warmest spot on her master's lap.
A soft, blissful sigh escaped her lips. For the first time in what felt like years, she looked truly peaceful—like this was the safest, most perfect place in the entire world.
Mika, however, was not feeling quite so wholesome.
His gaze kept drifting downward, admiring the way her slender waist narrowed dramatically before flaring out into those wide, generous hips.
He could easily wrap both hands around that tiny waist, yet the contrast was breathtaking—the way her body curved so invitingly, so perfectly built for carrying children, for being held, for being claimed.
And right now, that fat, juicy bottom of hers was spread across his lap, pressing down with warm, heavy softness that made his breath catch.
