The mischievous glimmer in his eyes speaks volumes, and I—never being one to back down from a challenge—immediately slide the straps of my dress off my shoulders, studying his face as the fabric falls to the ground. Unsure of what to expect with him, since pretty much everything he’s said and done thus far contradicts what I consider to be the norm for guys, I wait for him to say something. However, instead of using words, he speaks with actions. Quirking his brow up as to ask for permission, I nod in response, knowing exactly what he wants to do. He closes the gap between us and lifts his large hands up, splaying them across my belly. Lightly, his thumbs stroke back and forth, caressing the stretched skin, our gazes locked on where our bodies meet.
“Fucking beautiful,” he hisses under his breath.
I tear my gaze from his hands, peer up at him through my lashes, and offer a faint smile. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Leo. And don’t curse around my baby,” I say, playfully slapping his chest, breaking us free from the heavy moment. Too many feels are happening, and I can’t afford to do feels. “Now it’s your turn. Strip for me, old man.”
His hands leave my body, accompanied by a scowl. “You are beautiful and I’m not old.” Then, he swiftly pulls his t-shirt over his head and tosses it on top of the blanket.
I laugh and roll my eyes, trying desperately not to gawk at his very toned and very tan torso, but as usual, I fail epically. The tattoo of a lion’s profile inked across his left pec catches my attention instantly, and without his permission, I reach up and trace it with my fingertip, closely studying the intricate design. Entwined into the tendrils of the mane, a quote is hidden: Courage without conscious is a wild beast.
“Now that is fucking beautiful,” I murmur softly. “Tell me what it means.”
Bringing his forefinger up under my chin, he tilts my head so I’m staring into his smiling eyes. “Maybe later, and don’t curse around the baby, young lady.”
“Touché,” I reply with a grin. Tou-fucking-ché.
Sooooooo, when I read As the Sun Goes Down (book 1) I was SO angry that Leo didn’t get his HEA. I mean Leo stole my heart. (Lucca who?) Leo was the star of that book so when I realized Erin Noelle was writing a Novella just for Leo my hear swelled 3 sizes.
Leo is a PERFECT book boyfriend. Kind, generous (oh so generous), protective, and dominate. Going into AtDB I knew I would still LOVE him but could I love him loving someone else. The answer, YES. Yes, I can. I got just enough of the Leo I know and love but also a side we haven’t seen. We got to see Leo fall in true love and it be returned.
I’m not sure I have ever loved a novella more than this one. In my opinion, it was perfectly written, perfect length, and left me 100% satisfied in every way. You could read this as a stand alone (although you would be missing some crazy details from WTSGD that will leave you saying WTH?) If you are looking for a short, sexy read. I highly recommend.
FIVE STARS FOR MY BOY LEO <3