Unthinkable (Unstoppable 2)

Riley’s hand landed on the side of my hip with a light tap, and she murmured, “Go on, babe.”

I turned back to her, seeing her light up as she smiled at the guy standing beside Leon.

And I got it.

I think I understood why people acted against reason in the name of love.

I was still caught somewhere between my heart and my head, though. Some limbo state where I knew exactly what I wanted but couldn’t let myself take it.

Leon came to me, the crowd parting for him as his blue eyes fastened on mine and burned every inch of me, inside and out. Wildfire.

“Snow Queen.” The nickname rumbled from his lips like honey-coated gravel as he stopped before me and raked his gaze down my body. Liquid heat pooled between my thighs at the molten look in his eyes. “You look fucking beautiful,” he rasped.

Our gazes clashed, throwing my pulse into a tailspin as I drowned in a storm of heat, lust, and fiery intensity. The heady rush of desire that blasted through me was enough to send my head spinning.

Leon’s eyes flared as he took me by the hand and tugged me behi

nd him. In less than thirty seconds, we were in a darkened room, pressed up against a wall, my chest banging against his like a drum as he clasped my jaw in his hands and pressed his mouth to mine.

“Fuck, I missed you today,” he grated against my lips.

“It’s only been a few hours,” I breathed, dizzy.

“Too long.”

I wanted to believe it; my heart bounced against the golden bars of its gilded cage as I tried to drown out the last niggling doubt in my head that refused to be silenced. That questioned whether he meant it. Whether he said the same to every girl he hooked up with.

“Did you miss me, Lissa?” His hot breath floated over my face as he brought his head up and ensnared me with his deep blue eyes. They pinged between both of mine.

Yes.

I didn’t say it, but he could read me like a billboard sign lit up in neon. I knew my answer blared in my eyes, but I didn’t try to hide it. I didn’t want to. I wasn’t ready to say the words, but I couldn’t stop myself from showing him. I wanted to show him.

Leon’s grip on me tightened, and I lunged forward, twining my arms around his neck, and closing my eyes. He allowed himself to get swept up in the kiss, allowed me to avoid answering his question out loud.

And I loved him for it.

As soon as the word floated through my mind, I knew.

I knew.

And I kissed him harder, a desperate need coursing through me.

His palms found their way beneath the hem of my dress, tugging it up over my hips. Within seconds he’d freed himself, sheathed his dick, yanked my underwear to one side, and seated himself deep inside of me.

I came apart in his arms for the third time in twenty-four hours, and I knew I’d never get enough of him. I was travelling down a road I’d never planned on taking, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn back.

When he took hold of my face and pressed his mouth against mine, our chests heaving between us, I heard the words I couldn’t say, felt the words I couldn’t say.

I felt them with an intensity that terrified me.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I murmured, glancing away, my heart a manic pulse inside my head.

“Hey,” he murmured, taking a hold of my wrist as his eyes narrowed on mine. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” I extracted my hand, moving away. “I’m fine.”

I left the room without looking back, locking the bathroom door behind me, and dragging my hands through my hair.