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Nico and the nanny were right, Aurora thought as she kissed her son goodnight. She needed a night to sleep properly, knowing her baby was safe.
There was a surprise in the bedroom.
And not just that Nico had straightened up the bed. He stood there in his black lounge pants.
Aurora laughed. ‘I thought they were in case you had to go to hospital.’
‘Marianna talks too much,’ Nico said. ‘But, yes, these are for emergencies—and you, Aurora, are always that.’
She did not know quite what he meant, but he’d said it almost fondly.
Nico knew what he meant. She brought drama and tension into Nico’s life every time he saw her. She made the blood race through his veins and sent warnings screaming into his brain.
And always he fought to keep a cool head and control. The one time he hadn’t, or rather the few times he hadn’t…
But he must not think of sex now—he just did not want Aurora out of his sight.
At first they lay in a silence that was neither easy nor companionable; it was just silence as they both burrowed deeply into their own thoughts.
It was Aurora who broke it. ‘I don’t like leaving Gabe’s night feeds to the nanny.’
‘Well, try not to disturb me when you get up to go to him.’
She laughed in the darkness, and it scared her how right it felt to be in his bed.
‘Did it hurt?’ Nico asked. ‘The birth?’
‘Agony!’ Aurora said.
‘You didn’t tell your parents I was the father?’
‘No.’
‘Why not?’
‘I don’t want to answer that, Nico.’
‘Okay.’
‘I don’t want to talk any more.’
‘Then don’t.’
Aurora liked it that he did not push her to respond, and that he’d accepted her refusal to answer. She liked the feeling of being next to him in the darkness, even if he might not really want her there.
And so they slept—albeit restlessly.
Aurora rolled into him and rested her head on his chest, and then she found her fingers wanting to explore the dips in his ribs, and the hair on his stomach, but before she caved in and did, Aurora rolled away.
And at midnight Nico woke up hard and pressed against her, so he turned onto his back and tried to think boring, unsexy thoughts.
It was a joke that they’d pretended either of them would sleep. Nico wanted sex. And the woman he wanted to have sex with lay beside him. He could feel her desire in the thick air between them.
Yet sex could only muddy the waters.
He could tell that she was awake next to him.
‘Nico?’ she said. ‘We have to talk…’
