Unbearble

His grip slackened on the luggage and he made his towards Ezra. He stood tall, right behind her as his hands came up to grab the hem of her shirt and pull it down, his knuckles brushing against her erected, soft nipple.

Ezra jolted at the contact, turning around at such audacity. Of course it was Leo. Who else would have the key to her room and dare to come in without permission?

A strange feeling overcame her. She gulped and her voice slightly shook, “Why am I here?”

His voice, it was like a gentle breeze that blew away the petals of a flower in spring, broke the silence in the room, “Redundant question, don’t you think?”

She took a sharp breath, not because she understood what he said, but because his hands were searing hot as he placed them on her hips. Because his hands sparked a trail of want and desire in her as he slid and molded them to the contour of her curves, over her shirt.

A shiver erupted throughout her body.

Oh, but his hands didn’t stop their exploration. He kept sliding them further up, until he reached her breasts and cupped her mounds, his thumb and forefinger pinching the protruding nipples.

Her breath hitched and she swallowed thickly.

His mouth was against her ear, hot breath tickling her skin, “Does that answer your question?”

Notes

Word Count: 231

As promised, here's your update! I feel so much better now. I'm content with this chapter. I go hard on myself because I've read so many stories that bring more to the table and I hate when I can't do that, just bringing scraps. I don't like giving you guys less. You mean a lot guys. Just expect me to flip out here and then.