His Unveiled Passion

Stephen's palm slid downward, resting against Tessa's slender neck.

He lowered his head and looked at her. There was barely any distance between them, allowing their breaths to mingle intimately. He murmured huskily, "What shouldn't I do?"

"You know what I'm getting at," Tessa whispered.

He tilted her chin up gently, forcing her to meet his deep gaze. "I want to hear you say it."

His eyes were as deep as the ocean, threatening to drown her in their bottomless depths.

Tessa pursed her lips and finally said, "You shouldn't worry that I'd fall for someone else."

Stephen chuckled softly. His austere features softening slightly at his joy.

Then, he asked her, "Are you worried that I'll fall in love with someone else?"

She had indeed been worried about it, but that was before Marissa had returned to the country.

Still, she shook her head and told a bald-faced lie, "Never."

Stephen's long fingers pinched her cheeks gently, creating dimples on both sides of her face.

"I find myself disliking that answer. Try again," he drawled playfully.

Tessa stared at him wordlessly. Then, she turned her head away, only for Stephen to turn it back.

Finally, she conceded defeat, answering honestly, "Fine, I was worried about that. I even got jealous. Are you happy now?"

Stephen grinned at her, clearly pleased with her admission. He leaned in and kissed her yet again.

It was a forceful kiss. He pried her lips open with his tongue, slotting their lips together in an intimate dance.

Tessa felt as though he was stealing the very oxygen from her lungs. Soon, she felt herself turning weak in the knees.

The kiss was filled with passion and desire.

It didn't take long for their breathing to grow rapid in their need for one another.

The passion between them grew as they entangled themselves in each other's embrace.

Tessa could feel her blood heating, every caress alighting her nerves.

A deep longing stirred within her, making her unable to do anything but succumb to him.

was breathless from his kiss, and she soon braced herself against his chest as if to

there was no

about to spiral out

breath away from drowning. So, she panted his name in between

kissing her. He knew full well just what she was implying. Yet, he still asked,

get a word in, his lips were on hers once

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

stiffened at the

idea whether she should thank whoever it was for saving her or curse them for

exhaled and smoothed out her dishevelled hair.

Tessa couldn't bring herself to look him in

she got to the intercom, she saw that Marianne's face had appeared on the screen. "Tessa,

spun around to look at Stephen, urgently signaling for him

in his spot. He regarded

say into the intercom, "Ms. Connors, give me

dashed toward Stephen and started pushing

is here. You should hide in the bedroom," she whispered urgently as

way she was behaving was akin to unfaithful husbands who were trying their damndest to hide their lovers from their

looked utterly amused by the turn of events. However, he did saunter into the

he was inside, Tessa stood at the door with

door

hurriedly, "I'm sorry Just hide in here for a bit, and don't you dare

nothing, but his gaze never left

he looked utterly pitiful like

to look away and shut the

the front door, inhaled deeply

swung open, she

on her face. "Tessa, I called you earlier, but you didn't answer. Have you eaten? I

aside to let her in, saying, "I haven't eaten just

the call

lying because she was

placed the thermos on the

began to serve the dishes. "I understand you're busy, but you should

hummed in agreement before saying, "Thank

is nothing. Besides, I've got nothing better to do, so I

was done serving the dishes, she handed Tessa a set of cutlery. "Eat while

out a chair and sat down at the

drank the soup in

your face so red?" Marianne