SEAL's Pregnant One-Night Stand (Bronte Security Services)

Her eyes opened wide at that and her lips parted.

Despite his own discomfort, Ian grinned. “And the next one’s going to be slow and sweet, me playing here because I think you like that.” The “here” in question was her nipple, a lovely pink invitation he took between his lips and teeth to suck to a peak before teasing it to the point of pleasure-pain between his finger and thumb. His Sofia wasn’t all sweetness—she liked spice. “How’s that sound?”

“It sounds…” Sofia dragged in a breath. “Like you should be naked.”

Smiling, he stripped, and they started again.

Much later, holding her to him, Ian felt the rightness of it all settle on him and almost flinched—he hadn’t had that feeling in a long time. Transitioning back to civilian life hadn’t been all roses, and he still felt a failure as a father, although things with Gavin were getting a little better. Sometimes. But this?

“What’s wrong?” murmured Sofia, levering up to see his face.

“Nothing.” Ian’s stomach was in knots, but that wasn’t stopping him. “In fact, with you, everything’s perfect.”

Kissing the top of her head, he pulled her close and held her tight.