Kesley

His words hung in the air between us, that half-smile playing at the corner of his mouth, the one that said he knew exactly what he was doing and had no intention of apologizing for it.

"My body doesn't have anything to say," I murmured, even as my fingers found the lapels of his jacket.

"My body is perfectly capable of keeping its mouth shut."

Leo laughed, low and warm, the sound vibrating against my throat where his lips had settled.

"Liar."

His hands slid from my hips to the hem of my blouse, fingers slipping beneath the fabric with the kind of unhurried confidence that made my breath...