Unthinkable (Unstoppable 2)

“Uh-huh.” My eyes rolled to the back of my skull as his mouth traced the line of my jaw, nipping.

When he eased his shoulders back and leisurely thrust his pelvis into me, a strangled whimper tumbled from my lips.

Leon dragged his hands up my sides, collecting the material of my shirt in his grip. Cool air kissed my skin, and my eyelids parted halfway, my hooded gaze latching onto the hard lines of Leon’s shadowed face.

The dark, hungry look he wore intensified as his hands climbed higher, until my shirt sat bunched in his grip under my chin, exposing the sheer lace of my white bra and my pebbled nipples, visible through the fabric. Leon’s chest swelled with his abrupt inhalation, knuckles blanching as he fisted the fabric of my shirt in his grasp.

“Fucking hell, Lissa,” he ground out the words, his pupils dilating as they honed in on my chest. My nipples tingled under the weight of his gaze. He splayed a palm out flat over the center of my chest, then tugged down a bra cup. I gasped when he brushed the pad of his thumb over the hardened peak.

Steel-blue eyes met mine as he dragged it back over a second time, then cupped a hand around my flesh, squeezing gently. My lids slammed shut, hips jerking up off the table.

“Leon,” I moaned.

His name was still a breathy whisper on my lips when he surged forward and tore my shirt over my head. He made quick work of the bra, then gripped both breasts in his palms and squeezed them together, leaning down and pushing me back until my back met the solid surface of the wooden table.

Never taking his eyes from mine, he dipped his head and flicked the end of his tongue over my nipple. Heat radiated in my core, and I drove my hips against his.

He growled low as he dropped down and plundered my lips with his. I clutched onto his shoulders while he reached between us and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my leggings. When he gave a little tug, I lifted my hips, and he yanked them down my thighs.

Leon slid his fingers under the damp fabric of my panties, sliding them through my wet folds, and my heart broke into a sprint, banging against my rib cage like it was trying to escape.

My eyes snapped open in time to see Leon’s squeeze tight shut. His head dropped down onto mine with a low, extended groan as he parted me with his fingers, and slowly eased one inside.

Every part of my body reacted, mouth falling open on a broken cry as my thighs clenched tight around his waist and sensation battered me. Oh, God…

“Fuuuuuck,” Leon rasped, his voice almost pained, warm breath ghosting over my skin.

Pulling back, big chest heaving in and out, he settled his black gaze on mine and held me captive as he dragged in a deep breath and withdrew his finger to the tip. His eyes flashed as he plunged two back inside.

My heart hit my chest with the force of a hammer, pleasure bursting between my thighs.

“God,” I whimpered.

“Stay with me, babe,” he muttered, thrusting forward, those fingers gaining momentum as he pumped them in and out of my body faster, until my head was thrashing against the table and stars burst behind my lids. Every muscle in my body spasmed as I rode out the wave of bliss.

Leon pressed his lips to mine, smoothing his hands up my body and tangling them in my hair.

“Lissa,” he breathed, eyes clouded with lust finding mine, “I need to fucking feel you.”

His words were a plea, one I couldn’t deny if I wanted to.

With my head still spinning in tandem with the pulsing between my legs, I opened my mouth and swept my tongue inside his, nodding against his lips.

He pulled his shirt over his head with one hand, then reached down. The sound of his zipper lowering sent a bolt of anticipation through me, and I tugged my lips from his to glance down between us. Using his feet, he shucked out of his jeans and briefs, before grabbing his wallet from the pocket and laying it down on the table. My eyes widened on the hard length of him jutting out between his thighs.

When Leon caught my gaze, a half smirk shaped his lips. He slid a hand under my left thigh and positioned it around his hip, his eyes blazing as he peeled the leggings over one foot and left the material draping along the floor.

I lifted my gaze to his with a deep breath as he removed a condom from the wallet, rolling it on in one swift, practiced move. He lowered slowly, bringing his face inches from mine. My lids fluttered closed, core throbbing with need when his hardened dick brushed against my entrance.

“Average?” Leon murmured into my ear, but his husky voice was fraught with need—the same need that coiled low in my stomach—so he didn’t waste time forcing me to admit to my lies. He lifted my leg, wrapped a hand around his dick, then looked up with his brows drawn. “You’ve done this before, right?”

I stilled underneath him, freezing as his steady gaze settled on mine. A small crease emerged between his brows as he held himself rigid between my thighs, waiting.

I hadn’t expected him to ask; figured he’d either assume or not care either way. But his question and the look in his eyes struck a chord somewhere inside of me, weaving a layer of emotion into the moment that had no business being there.

I had to look away. Because rattling around between the desire and raw need in his eyes was something that looked like affection, and I felt a corresponding warmth erupt in my chest that couldn’t be more misplaced. That was not what this was about.

We were attracted to each other. No point in denying it. This was me giving in to it.