His bunny, with her timid eyes and soft mouth, was going to destroy him.
The warm wetness of her small mouth closed gently around his thumb, and Leo kept his eyes fixed on her as if he were watching something he had dreamed of far too many times. Her lips were soft and obedient, her lashes trembling, and the sight of her like that made his gaze turn darker and heavier, almost predatory in its intensity.
When he finally pulled his thumb out, a thin breath escaped him, half a groan and half a loss of control, because his skin glistened faintly from the heat she had left behind. Bella stared at him with wide, startled eyes, not fully understanding what she had just done to him, and that innocent confusion only pushed him further over that dangerous edge.
Leo's gaze drifted over her face once, then he moved back slowly, bracing himself on his palms. Without a word, he reached for the first button of his shirt.
Bella's breath caught instantly.
