Warning: This chapter contains intense adult intimacy and sensual graphic detail. Recommended for mature readers only.
"But… how do you know I'm not ready?" Bella whispered, inching just a little closer, her breath warm on his chest. "I also want to… make you feel good."
Leo sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers pressing into her waist as if grounding himself.
Because if he didn't hold himself back, if he didn't put distance between what she wanted and what his body demanded…
He was afraid he would lose every bit of control he had left.
And the thought of her touching him…her small hands, her soft lips, her warm breath—
that alone nearly made him groan out loud.
He swallowed hard, pulling control back into his voice as it slipped into a low, heavy tone.
"Bella," he whispered, eyes darkening with a hunger he struggled to hide, "you can't even imagine what would happen to me if you touched me right now."
