He didn't think.
He didn't blink.
He didn't even breathe.
"Sorry," he said immediately.
Bella lit up with a ridiculous, adorable smile. "Good! Good!"
She loosened her grip on him, ready to step back—
But he moved faster.
His hands slid to her waist, fingers curling into her softness, and before she could gasp he pulled her against him in one firm, powerful motion.
Bella's breath hitched as every inch of his body pressed into her. Her bare skin brushed his warm torso, her thighs brushed his, and the only barrier between them was the thin towel hanging dangerously low on his hips.
Her eyes flew wide.
She felt everything.
And the look on Leo's face…It wasn't teasing anymore. It wasn't innocent. It was something dark, heated, barely held back.
She felt his hands adjust the blanket behind her, pulling it around both of them like a cocoon, closing them off from the world and wrapping them in shared warmth and tension.
