Bella's breath fluttered as he lifted her into his arms again, the movement so effortless that her body curled against his chest on instinct. She hid her face for a moment, cheeks burning, and when he laid her gently at the edge of the bed, the mattress dipped beneath her weight with a soft sigh. Her fingers fisted in the blanket as she watched him straighten, her heart pounding as if it sensed what was coming.
Leo's eyes did not leave her for a single second.
He reached for the buttons of his shirt with slow, deliberate movements, each one slipping open under his fingers while his gaze stayed locked on her trembling lashes. When he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it carelessly aside, Bella's breath caught, his chest warm honey tones and carved lines, rising and falling with deep breaths that sounded heavier now, hungrier.
