âYou need to go now,â she urged, blushing.
Mitchel looked at her, his eyes twinkling with a hint of playfulness.
âThereâs no hurry right now.
â
Mitchel dressed Raegan in the clothes Matteo had bought, carefully putting each piece on, and gently dried her hair with a fresh towel.
He was gentle and thorough.
Raegan felt a sweet warmth from his care, aside from those intimate moments when he overpowered her pleas and teased her without mercy.
At all other times, Mitchel was incredibly thoughtful, kind, and protective.
Holding her closely, Mitchel seemed to find it hard to let go, his lips lightly touching her cheek as he asked in a deep voice, âWill you wait for me tonight?â
Raegan felt her cheeks warm as she gently refused.
âNo, not tonight.
â
The memories of her recent passionate moments with Mitchel left her body tender and aching, prompting a mix of admiration and bewilderment at how instinctively men seemed to navigate the waters of pleasure.
Though Raegan found these moments enjoyable at times, the frequency overwhelmed her.
Mitchel had a way of calling Raegan fragile in the past, always taking care to lift her spirits and ensure she felt cherished before they got carried away.
âIt wonât take long.
â Mitchel tried to persuade her with a hint of coaxing in his voice, âWhat about tonight?â
Mitchel had spent a significant amount of time trying to uplift Raeganâs mood earlier, and having only skimmed the surface of their connection, he was left craving more.
âI need to get back to Janey.
â Raegan stood firm in her decision.
Unfazed, Mitchel proposed, âThen Iâll come to your villa.
â
But Raegan was adamant.
âNo, letâs not.
â The intensity of Mitchelâs endurance amid passionate moments, while thrilling, also sparked a fear in her of what it might escalate into, something beyond mere playful teasing.
Noticing Mitchelâs look of disappointment, Raegan battled with a sense of guilt.
He had been considerate, holding back to ensure she had a wonderful time, and here she was, possibly being too rigid in her stance.
âMaybe Iâm being too stern,â she pondered, second-guessing her refusal.
âTomorrow night,â Raegan suggested, her cheeks coloring with a warm flush.
âCome to my villa tomorrow.
I want to properly introduce you to Janey.
â
Mitchelâs expression brightened instantly, his voice wavering with emotion as he asked, âYouâre willing?â
âYes, I think itâs time Janey knew youâre her biological father.
â
Despite Janeyâs tendency to call Mitchel âDaddyâ, she would switch the way to address Mitchel at any sign of Raeganâs disapproval, a situation that invariably pulled at Raeganâs heart.
The truth that Mitchel was indeed Janeyâs father, in every legal and emotional sense, was something Janey was unaware of.
Raegan felt a pressing need to clarify this truth.
Mitchelâs hug grew firmer, his voice thick with emotion.
âThank you, my love.
â He had longed for this acknowledgment, holding his silence out of respect for Raeganâs pace, all the while harboring a deep desire for it.
âI vow to be a good father for Janey and a good partner for you, to love and protect both of you, always.
â