Chapter 23
Leandro changed that. All of a sudden, I yearned to take those emotions blazing in his eyes and wrap them around my lifeless heart. He could resuscitate it. I knew he could. The prospect both thrilled and terrified me.
Though my silence extended longer than I would have normally allowed it, Leandro didn’t push me to speak. He waited for me to catch up to where he’d been for centuries, and I knew, deep inside, he’d wait even longer if that was what it took.
“Don’t let go.” I nodded toward his hands, though I was very aware of the double meaning of my command. When I was satisfied he wouldn’t move until I told him to, I sat back, appraising the mouthwatering flesh I’d already exposed. The shirt hung open at his sides. I’d leave that for now. I didn’t want him letting go of the headboard just to remove it. But the jeans were another matter.