"What's wrong?" she asked softly as she dropped a handful of chocolate chips into the dough, her fingers moving on instinct. When she glanced back, she froze.
Leo was gripping the edge of the counter hard enough that his knuckles had gone pale, his jaw tight, his shoulders tense. The easy calm he usually carried was gone. His grey eyes looked like a dark storm gathering.
"Nothing," he said too quickly, as if trying to pull himself back into the moment.
But whatever restraint he was holding onto snapped.
Before Bella could turn fully around, he crossed the space between them and pressed close, his solid body warm and unmissable against her back. His arms slid around her waist, strong and possessive, pulling her into him in a way that made her breath catch.
"Goodness—" she gasped.
"My dear wife," he murmured low against her ear, his voice rough with hunger, "don't you think it's cruel to make something sweet while your husband is standing right here?"
