Leo's POV
Her eyes moved slowly over my skin, tracing every line of muscle until they stopped at the fresh ink over my heart—the tattoo I'd gotten a year ago when the grief was at its peak.
She reached out, her damp fingertips trembling as she touched the elegant script. It was her name, Scarlett.
"Scarlett," she whispered, reading it aloud.
She leaned in, her lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss directly over the ink. The feel of her lips against my chest sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin. She didn't stop there. She began to trail hot, wet kisses across my chest, her tongue darting out to taste my skin. When she took my nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, I let out a long moan, my head thumping back against the tile.
"Fuck, Scar," I growled, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.
