Leona POV
I woke to the weight of his body beside me and the soft rustle of sheets. My skin still tingled from last night—pink, electric, numb in ways I didn’t think possible. I was still fully naked, wrapped in his white silky blanket. It smelled like him—cold linen, something deliciously dangerous.
His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. He’d stayed fully clothed; pants, shirt—everything except a tie. I shifted; the weight of his body beside me felt both safe and wrong in the same breath.
I stared. He looked like a sleeping god—strong jaw, dark hair spilling across the pillow, eyelashes brushing his cheeks. His right hand lay on the pillow like it belonged there. I reached for it but stopped, fear and something else—want—knotting in my chest.
He stirred. Eyelids fluttered. He l
