Page 56 of Cat and Mouse

He grins. "You don't wanna know."

I raise an eyebrow. "You should take it off."

He chuckles, that smug look back on his face. "You don't have to use excuses to get me naked, Elizabeth."

Before I can respond, he starts unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time, taking his sweet time as I stand there, completely mesmerized. He tosses the outfit aside, leaving him in just his black boxers, his body all hard muscle, lean and perfect.

God, he's so fucking handsome.

"You're staring," he teases, crossing his arms, making his biceps flex.

"I know," I mutter, swallowing hard.

He laughs, turning and opening my fridge, like he's completely oblivious to the fact that I'm practically drooling over him. He pulls out some sausages and looks at me. "Where's your pan?"

I blink. "What?"

"Pan," he says again, waving the sausages. "To cook breakfast."

I have no idea what's happening right now. "You… you're gonna cook?"

"Yeah, why not?" He shrugs, already rummaging through my cabinets like he owns the place. He finds a pan, tosses it on the stove, and starts cooking, just like that.

"You shouldn't be here," I say, leaning against the counter, watching him. "Harris will freak if he finds out."

Leonardo doesn't look up. "I'll leave in a minute."

He flips the sausages with a casual ease that makes my head spin. Who the hell breaks into someone's house and then cooks breakfast?

Suddenly, he turns and drags me close, his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me into him. Before I can even protest, his lips crash into mine, hard and demanding.

And I don't pull away.

I melt into him, my hands gripping his shoulders, his skin warm and smooth under my fingertips. His mouth is hungry, devouring me like he can't get enough, like I'm the only thing that matters in this moment. His tongue tangles with mine, the taste of him overwhelming, intoxicating.

When he finally pulls back, I'm breathless, my head spinning.

"I'll go," he says, his voice rough, his forehead resting against mine.

I grab on to his arm before he can move. "Stay," I whisper, surprising even myself with the word.

Chapter 16 - Leo

I stand there, staring at Elizabeth, and it's like the world around us just… fades. Her hair's a wild mess, tousled and perfect, with strands falling over her face. Damn, she's gorgeous. Her lips are slightly swollen from our kisses, and it's hard to tear my gaze away from her. I can't even think straight.

"Are you heading to the station today?" I ask, trying to keep the conversation casual, but my voice is a bit rougher than I want.

She shakes her head, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Nope. Just you and me, right here."

"Good." I tuck a stray hair behind her ear, my fingers brushing against her soft skin, and it feels electric. I can't resist kissing her again, leaning in and tasting that sweetness that drives me wild. "You make me so hard, Liz."

She laughs softly, that little sound making my insides tighten. "And you taste so good."

Then she surprises me. I feel her fingers graze my hips, and before I know it, she's pushing my boxers down.

"Can't I at least have breakfast first?" I chuckle, half joking, because I'm definitely not stopping her.

"Are you complaining?" she whispers, her nails trailing down my chest and along my abdomen, driving me insane.

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