Chapter Sixty

Jordan.

I opened the door to Nala’s bedroom without knocking. She was asleep and her beauty stole my breath, made me feel weak with desire, like a starving man in desperate need of nourishment. Even with all of the turmoil inside of me, I still wanted her.

“Nala .” i sat down on the bed and took her hand in mine. “Nala .” I called again.

I moved my other hand over her face, brushed her hair back. She stirred beneath my touch, her body arching, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

My body hardened instantly, my stomach tightening. “Wake up, Nala .”

She rubbed her hand over her eyes and rolled to the side, her coppery eyes cloudy with sleep, her hair tousled. And i had never seen a more beautiful woman. She was so beautiful it made me ache.

“Jordan?” my name on her lips, her voice thick with sleep, was the single most arousing thing I had ever heard in my life.

“The doctor called.” She sat up quickly, pushing her hair back. “What did she say?” The film of tears in her eyes made my hea