Scarlett's POV
"Leo, please," I whimpered, not even knowing what I was asking for.
He pulled back just an inch, his chest heaving, his face tight with the effort of holding his wolf back. "I want you, Scarlett. More than my next breath. But I won't take you like this. Not on a cold rock, hiding like a thief."
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and ragged. "When I make you mine, the whole world is going to know. I'm going to give you the moon and the stars, just like I promised when we were kids."
But Zoe wasn't listening to promises about the future. She wanted him now. I reached for his hands, guiding them to the clasp of my bra. With a deft flick of his fingers, he unhooked it, and my breasts spilled out into the biting mountain air. I gasped at the cold, but then his mouth was there, his hot tongue swirling around my nipple before he sucked the hard peak deep into his mouth.
