Leonardo stood under the pounding hot water, eyes half-lidded as droplets traced the hard lines of his shoulders, down his chiseled chest, streaming over the ridges of his abs and disappearing at the edge of his hips. His hair clung damp and dark to his forehead, a few beads of water dripping down the strong angle of his jaw.
A small, knowing smile curved at the corner of his lips. He could still see Bella's flushed, stunned face in his mind — the way her soft little hands had balled into fists, her cheeks red as fresh rose petals. She was too easy to tease…
He ran his fingers through his wet hair, pushing it back as the steam curled around him, the low rumble of the shower almost like a growl vibrating through his chest.
