She pressed a soft kiss to the spot she had licked. Then another. Then another, trailing them lazily across his chest, following the path of smooth, warm skin. His flesh was warm beneath her lips, tasting faintly of sleep and Leo, and she could not get enough.
Her hand joined the exploration, fingers tracing the lines of his pectorals, the ridges of his abdomen, the curve of his hip where the blanket had slipped down. She touched him like she was memorizing him, every muscle, every scar, every inch of skin that made him him.
In his sleep, his arm tightened around her. It pulled her closer. A low, unconscious sound rumbled in his chest.
Bella's heart swelled so full it hurt.
She lifted her head again, studying his face. Still asleep. Still peaceful.
But something in his expression had changed, just slightly. The ghost of a smile at the corner of his mouth. A slight deepening of his breathing.
Was he dreaming of her?
The thought made her stomach flutter all over again.
