He reached out and cupped her cheek with his hand. Her skin was soft and warm, and he lightly stroked it with his fingertips.
Her gray eyes flashed. “What are you doing?”
“Good question,” murmured Luke. “But the only answer I can come up with is that I’m not doing enough.”
Brenna licked her lips, and he followed the movement with avid eyes. “I won’t hurt you, Brenna. Don’t be afraid of me.”
“I’m not!” she exclaimed fiercely.
“If you’re not afraid, prove it, Brenna.”
“By doing what?”
He gave a tug, pulling her against him. “I’ll think of something.”
“Have you lost your mind?” Brenna gaped at him. “I’m almost nine months pregnant!”