Unthinkable (Unstoppable 2)

I shrugged. “You pissed me off. The heightened emotions confused me. Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.”

He dropped his hand, blue eyes sparkling. “Wasn’t complaining, sweetheart. You can kiss me anytime, that was—”

“A serious error in judgement,” I finished for him, but I didn’t possess the mental functionality required to accurately process his words or the staggering effect they had on me. Sweetheart? God, I needed to get a hold of myself and not swoon at a stupid endearment. I needed to remember exactly who I was dealing with.

And I needed to shut this down.

But I didn’t anticipate Leon’s reaction.

Those eyes flashed, and I found myself pressed up against the car for a second time, trapped in place by the hands he planted either side of me. My breath caught on a stunted inhalation as Leon positioned himself as close to me as humanly possible—without touching. He must have done it on purpose, knowing the effect it would have on me, because all I could think about was that inch of space separating us… and how fucking much I wanted it gone. I clenched my teeth to curb the reaction.

Contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t carved into existence from ice and stone. On occasion, I did have feelings. On this occasion,

they were the kind I wanted to stuff into a weighted suitcase and toss into the Atlantic. Preferably with Leon inside. Because somehow, he’d figured out how to push my buttons, and right now, he was playing me like a damn X-Box.

His head drew closer, full lips brushing the shell of my ear, and an involuntary shiver ran through me even as a string of muttered expletives danced on my tongue. I pushed my shoulders back and gave myself a mental shake.

Pull yourself together, woman.

“Call it what you want, Snow Queen,” Leon purred into my ear, “but it’ll be a long time before I forget the feel of you grinding yourself up against my dick.”

I caught and held a lungful of air, then released it slowly. Reaching up, I laid both palms flat against his chest. His muscles tensed beneath my fingers, and I forced myself to ignore it, giving him a firm push. He stepped back willingly.

“We’re just slaves to our hormones,” I murmured, avoiding his eyes. “Don’t go thinking you’re special, Bradshaw.” The words were for me, as much as they were for him.

I didn’t succumb to my emotions easily, but I was only human, and that meant even I was capable of the odd slip. And that’s what this was. It didn’t mean anything. It was nothing more than a combination of lust and pheromones.

Making my way around the car to the driver’s side, my stride tightly controlled, I stopped and hooked an arm over the door before looking up. “You know you’re walking, right?”

Leon smirked. “Probably for the best. It’s clear you can’t control yourself around me, Lissa. I’m not looking to get mauled twice in one night.”

I ground my teeth and tossed him a scowl before climbing into the car.

It wasn’t until I’d scrubbed my face clean, jammed my toothbrush in my mouth, and met my eyes in the mirror later that night that it really hit me…

I might fucking like Leon Bradshaw.

ELEVEN

LEON

Alissa Bedford might have ruined me for other women. For tonight, at least.

Surrounded by an assortment of drunken, scantily clad females all looking down the barrel of graduation and looming responsibility, inhibitions at an all-time low and enough cleavage on display to knock out an eyeball… and what was I doing? Risking fucking hypothermia staring at the snow queen who’d spent the past two hours ignoring my existence.

I was no stranger to Liss’ cold shoulder—usually preferred it, in fact. My options were pretty limited with Lissa; it was either frostbite, or a sarcastic put-down designed to tear my ego to shreds. The choice was obvious.

Tonight, though, the cold front wasn’t sitting well with me.

Because now I knew how fast I could get that icy exterior to melt. Now I knew how it felt to have her moaning into my mouth while her peachy ass filled out my palms… and that was the kind of shit that could get addictive real quick.

So, I didn’t think twice about following when Lissa made her way out of Danny’s kitchen and climbed the stairs. My empty solo cup landed in the trash can as I traipsed after her.

Did I think it was smart to follow her to the bathroom? No. Did that stop me? Hell, no.

If anything, a sense of urgency propelled me forward faster, and I barrelled into a tiny redhead as I reached the top step.

“Shit!” I muttered as I grabbed onto her shoulders and rolled us forward, colliding with the wall.