Tara Summer sat up and naturally leaned into his embrace.
Because of her big belly, embracing the man's waist was somewhat strenuous, so her hands could only rest on his chest.
The man wore a black pinstripe shirt, its smooth texture against her palms felt as if it slid to her heart's tip. Tara found it very comfortable, and her right hand involuntarily pressed and caressed his chest.
Beneath her palm, the man's solid chest muscles were strong and firm, very hard, and equally warm.
"Tara, are you testing my patience?" Liam Yancey gently caught her hand, pressed it to his chest, looked down, his breath slightly heavy.
Tara lifted her head, meeting his eyes tinged with the hint of redness, her pretty face blushed, "I didn't mean to..."
"Didn't mean to?" Liam Yancey hummed, then he bowed his head, and hoarsely whispered something into her ear.
