I shift, turning us over, refusing to crush her beneath my weight. Leona lets out a soft gasp as I settle her on top of me, her body melting into mine like she was always meant to be there.
We're both gasping, bodies slick with sweat, pulses racing, but I don't move. Not yet.
Instead, I slide my hands up her bare back, fingers tracing the soft ridges of her spine, feeling the way her body still trembles from the aftershocks of what we just did. Her skin is damp, fever-hot, so soft, and the contrast of her warmth against my cooling body makes me shiver.
She presses her cheek against my chest, her breath warm and uneven, her fingers splayed across my ribs as if she needs to ground herself.
I let my fingers roam, moving over the delicate curve of her waist, tracing down to her hips, where she's still straddling me, her thighs wrapped around me in a way that makes me ache all over again.
