Lucas Lockwood's Adam's apple bobbed. He forced himself to harden his heart and avoid her bewitching gaze, but his voice softened involuntarily. "Your stomach is sensitive during pregnancy. You can't eat anything raw, cold, or irritating. Cece, be good. Just bear with it."
When force didn't work, Josie Quinn immediately switched tactics.
She let go of his shirt and leaned in, her soft body pressing against his arm. She tilted her face up, intentionally letting her warm breath brush against his chin.
A mischievous hand slid down to his firm abs. Through the thin cotton of his T-shirt, her fingertips traced light circles, feeling the taut muscles underneath.
"Lucas..." she purred, her voice soft and bewitching, like a feather tickling his heart. "You'd better... just let me have a bite. Okay?"
Lucas Lockwood's body instantly went rigid.
