Leo nodded against her neck. His stubble scraped gently against her skin, a rough contrast to the softness of his lips. "But you never did this for me," he said again, his voice low, almost petulant. "You never made me a gift. You never coded something for me."
Bella laughed softly. "You are jealous of Miss J?"
"I am not jealous." His finger traced her waist, light as a whisper, over her shirt, over her hip, back and forth, back and forth. "I am simply observing, noticing, and commenting."
Bella squirmed. "Leo, stop. It tickles."
"No," he said simply, not stopping. His fingers continued their path.
He captured her ear in his mouth. His teeth grazed her skin, soft and teasing, a gentle bite that sent shivers down her spine. His tongue traced the curve of her ear, slow and wet, like he had all the time in the world.
Bella shivered despite herself, her fingers faltering on the keyboard.
