His hand shifts on my back, sliding up my spine, curving over my shoulder, cupping my jaw. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he rasps.
The words are breathtaking.
The heat in his eyes is scorching.
The intensity of his voice is everything.
“So,” he says, tilting my face up. “Fucking.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Beautiful.” To the tip of my nose. To my cheek. My jaw.
But he doesn’t keep talking.
And he doesn’t keep kissing me.
Certainly not where I’m desperate for him to.
My mouth. My lips. My tongue.
Instead, he just watches me, those eyes burning into my soul.
And that’s when I abandon all reason…
And I kiss him.
Twenty-Two
Leo
Fuck.
This has to be a dream.
A nightmare.
No, I think as her body presses closer, her mouth finds mine. A dream. A fantasy.
The best moment of my fucking life.
Her lips are soft and plump as they part, her tongue sweeping into my mouth, tangling with mine. I press my palm flat to her back, arching her over my arm as I kiss her.
Not gently.
Not sweetly.
But with the last months of torment, of longing, of fear and regret and guilt and…need.
The same need that’s been there from the moment I first saw her at Luna’s baby shower.
The same need that’s only grown, no matter how hard I’ve tried to ignore it.
And giving in…is its own special brand of torment.
“Leo,” she whispers, tearing her mouth from mine, her breaths coming in rapid gusts. “I?—”
I can’t help it.
Can’t hear her apologize or say it was a mistake or ask me to let her go.
Not yet.
