"Do you like it?" she asked, her voice soft but clear. As she spoke, she pushed herself up on her elbows, causing the sheets to slip down another few inches, revealing just a little more of her. Leo's breath hitched audibly, his entire world narrowing to the woman in front of him.
The moment she shifted, a sharp, electric heat shot through him, landing low and heavy, making his breath catch in his throat. He clenched his jaw, muscles tightening in an effort to hold onto a composure that was rapidly slipping away. Control had always been his—effortless and absolute. Until now. Until her. Her eyes still held that sweet, innocent light, but what she wore… It was a temptation made just for him.
"Bella…" His voice was a low rasp, rougher than he'd meant it to be. It felt scraped from somewhere deep inside. "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to."
