The chances Leo had of escaping Becca's silent fury that afternoon was narrower than a needle's eye. He knew he was trapped. Cornered, with nowhere to run for a normal straight-thinking person, even for someone like Leo.
As soon as Becca got off the phone with Navaya, she hauled him into the covers with her and captured his lips with hers before he could utter a single word. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, stroking and teasing him. Her kisses were still pretty sloppy but he loved them. They always drove him wild. What she lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm and without warning, he fastened his arms around her as he rolled over, flipping their position so she would be on top of him to make her more comfortable.
Even after he did that, his arms still didn't leave her and neither did his lips as he continued devouring the savory cuisine she was, taking her bite after bite. And she loved when he did.
