His hand shot out, his grip firm as he pulled her toward him in one swift motion. She gasped, her heart leaping into her throat as her small body was suddenly pressed close to his chest. She had to tilt her head back to look at him, her wide brown eyes locking onto his stormy gray ones.
"Leo…" she whispered nervously, her lips trembling slightly.
He didn't answer. His large hand slid upward, cupping her cheek. The contrast made her shiver—her skin was soft and warm, his palm rough and calloused, the touch both tender and rough. His thumb brushed slowly across her flushed cheek, as if memorizing her.
Her lips parted slightly, and her breath came quick, uneven.
His face lowered until his lips hovered close to hers, close enough that she could feel his breath…warm and intoxicating. His voice, when it came, was deep, husky, and so sensual it made her knees weaken.
