When a hand slid across my belly, I jumped, gaze snapping to Shep. He stared back at me, eyes hooded. “Good book?” My lips parted, but I couldn’t get the words out. So, I nodded. “I can tell.” My brows pulled together. “How?” One corner of Shep’s mouth kicked up. He ghosted a finger over my face. “Cheeks flushed.” Down the column of my neck to my collarbone. “Breaths quick.” He moved lower, tracing his finger down my sternum and belly to my thigh. “Clenching those pretty thighs.” Shep’s eyes flashed gold. “So, tell me. What’s happening in those pages?”
