“Are you suggesting I’m fighting with you to lead the dance?” Her brow furrowed.
“On the contrary, you are following perfectly, but I sense no hesitation in your steps. Only confidence. I approve.” He bent his head, the small action bringing his face close to hers.
Outside of her, he was losing a sense of the others. There was only Ivy and the way she felt in his arms. A man could easily forsake the world when offered an opportunity like this. For the first time in many years, he wanted to laugh, to grin, to live the way he used to. He pulled Ivy against him, relishing the little gasp and flash of fire in her eyes.
“Leo!” she hissed softly. He loved the way she said his name, even in exasperation, as though they were intimate, as though she’d known him for years. It made his body go tau
