Chapter 17

Victoria His hands settled on my hips, and I felt the heat of him against my back, solid and overwhelming. My knees weakened as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of my sweater, ghosting over the sensitive skin of my waist. "Leo," I breathed, not sure if I was protesting or encouraging him. "We're in a public place," he reminded me, his voice a low rumble that I felt through my entire body. "I just want to see you in that dress." His fingertips traced up my ribs. "And maybe a few other things." My heart thundered in my chest as his touch ignited something primal within me—a need I couldn't explain or resist. Despite everything I'd told myself about maintaining control, my body betrayed me, melting into his touch like I was made for him. And in that moment, surrounded by mirrors that reflected the intensity in his eyes, I wondered if perhaps I was. His hands continued their torturous exploration, sliding higher until they cupped my breasts through my thin bra. I gasped at the contact,