“Why are you holding my hand against your belly?” Rene asked.
“Maybe I like it there,” Tessa said.
His brow arched a bit more and he stepped toward her, collapsing the space between them to no more than mere inches. He moved his hand from her stomach, trailing the cuff of his knuckles up between her breasts, caressing the side of her neck, making her shiver. “Is that so?” he murmured, his fingers uncurling against her face, his palm cradling her cheek.
He leaned toward her, and Tessa felt her heart quicken all the more. Her breath hitched once, twice, then fell still, caught in the back of her throat. The pad of his thumb brushed lightly against her lips, sending a shudder through her entire body. He smiled and cocked his head, leaning closer…