Chapter 10

Chapter 10

I woke up in Ethan’s bed with his warm body curled around mine. His hand rested on my soft belly, holding me like I belonged there. He kissed the back of my neck slowly, his voice still sleepy. “Morning, beautiful. How’s the pain today?”

“Better,” I whispered. I turned to face him and he pulled me closer. His fingers traced my curves gently, not rushing. He kissed me deep, his tongue tasting mine while his palm smoothed over my wide hips. “I love waking up to this body,” he said softly. “But we need to be careful. I don’t want to hurt you.”

We touched and teased for a while, his mouth on my breasts and belly, making me feel wanted, but he stopped before we went too far. “Tonight,” he promised. “When you’re ready and we have time.”

We drove to the hospital separately. My shift started busy like always. I focused on patients, but Ethan’s presence filled every corner. During a quiet moment he pulled me into the stairwell, pressing me against the wall. His hand slipped under my scrubs and rubbed me slowly between my legs. “Stay quiet for me, good girl,” he whispered. His fingers moved perfectly until I came trembling against him. He kissed me softly after, fixing my clothes. “That’s just to hold you over.”

The rumors were spreading faster. Nurses whispered when I walked by. Dr. Ryan Hayes found me again during lunch, offering help with charts and smiling too much. “You look great back on the floor, Lila. We should talk more. Maybe dinner sometime?”

Before I could answer, Ethan appeared, his face hard. He sent Ryan away with a sharp look and pulled me into his office, locking the door. “He needs to keep his hands off what’s mine.” His jealousy turned into heat. He sat me on his desk and knelt between my thighs, pushing my scrubs down. His tongue worked me slow and deep, licking every inch until my legs shook around his shoulders. I came hard, biting my hand to stay silent.

He stood and held me close, breathing heavy. “I’m not rushing you, but I need you to know no one else gets to touch you.” We talked for a minute about his father’s calls. He admitted more about the drug trials and how my crash might be connected. The moment felt real, not just lust.

The rest of the shift was tense. A bad accident came in and we worked side by side. Our bodies brushed constantly. Every time his hand touched my back or arm while handing instruments, heat rushed through me. By the end of the day I was aching for him.

At his apartment that night, everything changed. Ethan locked the door and looked at me with dark eyes. “Come here.” He undressed me slowly in the bedroom, kissing every part he uncovered. “I’ve been thinking about this body all day,” he said, voice rough. “These heavy breasts that fill my hands. This soft belly I love to grab. These thick thighs that I want wrapped around me.”

He laid me on the bed and climbed over me carefully, mindful of my healing ribs. His mouth worshipped my caramel skin, sucking my nipples until they ached sweetly, then moving down to kiss the stretch marks on my stomach. “Don’t ever hide these from me. They’re beautiful because they’re yours.”

I felt shy at first, my old insecurities whispering, but his words and touches pushed them away. He spread my thighs wide and licked me until I was dripping and begging. Then he finally pushed inside me, slow and deep. “Fuck, Lila. You feel perfect,” he groaned. He moved in steady thrusts, one hand gripping my hip, the other squeezing my breast. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I moaned, meeting his rhythm. The pleasure built stronger with every stroke. He praised me the whole time — how soft I was, how wet, how my curves drove him crazy. When I came around him, clenching tight, he followed right after, burying himself deep and holding me like he never wanted to let go.

We stayed connected for a long time after, his fingers still tracing my body. “I meant what I said earlier,” he told me quietly. “This isn’t just sex. I’m obsessed with you. All of you.” He opened up more about his father trying to push Sophia on him and how he was done with the family games.

My phone ruined the peaceful moment. Another unknown number. The voice on speaker warned, “Sophia starts tomorrow. Stay away from Ethan or we make sure the whole hospital knows how you spread your legs for him.”

Ethan hung up angry but pulled me back into his arms. “She’s not coming between us. But work is going to get harder.”

I curled against his chest, feeling satisfied and scared at the same time. The sex wasn’t just quick relief anymore. It felt like he was claiming me, healing my doubts with every touch. Tomorrow Sophia would arrive, the rumors would grow, and the threats would keep coming. But lying there with his hand on my belly, I knew I was falling deeper. Our secret was getting riskier, but so was my need for him. office,