Unthinkable: (Unstoppable - Book 2) (The Unstoppable Series)

by Danielle Hill

  “Call it curiosity.”

  He buried his nose in my hair and inhaled. “Did you touch yourself while you were looking at me, Lissa?”

  A bolt of raw need shot straight to my core, and I sucked in a ragged breath. “I wouldn’t tell you if I had.”

  He shifted his head, bringing his lips tantalizingly close to my skin. I shivered when he gathered my hair in his hand and swept it over my shoulder, the backs of his fingers stroking the column of my neck.

  “Why’d you kiss that jackass tonight?” Leon's softly grated words were thick, each one punctuated by a slightly labored breath that echoed my own.

  “What?” I murmured, fighting to function on a basic level.

  “It’s not him you want, is it?”

  Damn, but he was an arrogant asshole—even if he was bang on the money.

  Did he have to make me admit it? Did he have to rub it in my face? I pulled my head up and tried to push out of his hold. “I don’t even know why I came here.”

  Leon clamped his arms around my waist and hauled me back against his chest. His heart thumped hard against my back, but his words were soft when he spoke. “Yeah, you do, Snow Queen.”

  My lids shuttered as his whispered words floated over my skin.

  I was fooling fucking no one. Not even myself. I didn’t have to come here. He didn’t force me.

  For months, I hadn't so much as looked at another guy when I should have been sowing my wild oats like every other freshman on campus. When I left Claremont, I'd assumed I’d leave behind every warped fragment of affection I'd unwittingly developed for Leon. I didn’t want to want this, but with his soft lips grazing the side of my throat and his firm body pinning mine to the door, I couldn't fucking think straight.

  I twisted to face him, detaching our bodies in a last-ditch effort to regain some semblance of control. I couldn't let some panty-smuggling, smooth-talking, boy band wannabe wrest all vestige of it from me. Especially not when the blue-eyed motherfucker would pass me over for someone else given half the chance.

  I raised my defiant gaze to his… then promptly lost all coherent thought in the face of the heat scorching his midnight blue eyes. He slid his left hand down my arm and pressed his thumb against the rapid flutter of my pulse. That light touch seared me.

  “You’re not the only one who’s been keeping tabs, Lissa, and I’ve got no qualms about telling you just how many times I stroked my cock to pictures of you.”

  I couldn’t fucking speak. For a full thirty seconds, I stood mute, my brain fried by his admission. And then I took a much-needed step back and forced a low sound of derision up my throat.

  “You’ll say anything to get a girl out of her panties, won’t you, Pretty Boy? You’d be better off saving the lines for someone they might work on.”

  The tiny amount of space I'd put between us, he reclaimed in a heartbeat. My back met the door, and Leon's mouth hovered scant millimetres from mine, his eyes dark.

  “You really gonna stand there and act like you don’t want me when you’re panting against my door?” His eyes flashed like laser beams, seeing right fucking through me. “Go on and say it. Tell me you don’t want your panties on my bedroom floor while I plunge my cock between your thighs.”

  Fuck. A dizzying stroke of lust bolted through me. I opened my lips, not sure what the fuck was going to come out, but I couldn’t let him see how much he affected me, I had to say something…

  “Leon—”

  His eyes burst wide.

  I frowned, my head rolling back as I murmured, “What?”

  He swallowed hard. “You called me Leon.”

  Some unreadable emotion passed over his face, and I blinked, my lungs deflating.

  I never called him Leon, not to his face. For as long as I could remember, he was Bradshaw, or Pretty Boy, asshole, dickhead, jackass, you name it.

  But never Leon.

  My head was still whirling when he reached down and curled both of his hands around my jaw. His eyes flickered to my lips, holding for a second, and then he tugged my chin up and brought his mouth down.

  I didn’t even think. My lips opened for him immediately, my arms snaking up his chest and wrapping tight around his neck.

  I could pen a novel with all the reasons why I shouldn’t, but I crushed my body into his anyway… and kissed him back with eight months’ worth of repressed emotion.

  EIGHTEEN

  LISS

  Leon’s hungry lips slid over mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as his hands slipped from my jaw to clasp my nape. We fell back into the hard surface of the door and he rocked his pelvis against me. I gave a strangled cry, lust clouding my mind.

  I swept my hands over the corded muscle of his back and moaned when my fingers found the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath.

  I needed skin on skin. I needed to feel him on me.

  If I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life, I wanted to make it worth it. If this is what it took to get him out of my system, then I wanted to savor every fucking second of it.

  Leon dropped his hands to my hips and yanked me closer, the heat from his palms seeping through the thin material of my leggings. He gripped my flesh with greedy fingers, moving us backward until we collided with the edge of the table. A low growl surged up his throat before he hiked me on top of it and stepped between my thighs.

  His hips forced my legs apart, and then the rock-hard length of him hit my center. That contact was like a naked flame to a puddle of gasoline. My spine arched as air rushed up my throat like lava, liquid heat pouring through my veins.

  I dropped my palms flat against the table-top, my head dangling back limply as Leon ground against me, his lips trailing a wet path to my ear.

  “You feel that, Snow Queen?” he grated, breathing heavily as my body writhed against his. “You feel how fucking hard you make me?”

  “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.

  Leon had proved more than once over the years that I couldn’t trust him with anything more than my body, but if I let him, he might just fool me into thinking this meant more to him. It was all part of the act, and he had it perfected to a fine art. I couldn’t let myself get sucked in by it.

  Tonight was about scratching an itch. Satisfying an urge. We could both take what we needed, and afterwards, I could move on.

  Without answering, I widened my thighs, then reached down and closed my fingers around his dick. Leon’s jaw strained, his lids flickering closed as the thick muscles of his shoulders bunched up around his neck.

  Watching his reaction, I murmured, “Just fuck me, Pretty Boy.”

  With a quick jerk of his hips, he slammed home. And my teeth clacked together, body tensing at the sharp bite of pain.

  “Jesus, Lissa!” Leon yelled, eyes shooting wide as he pulled back.

  I shook my head and dug the heels of my feet into his butt cheeks to stop him from withdrawing. With moisture pricking my lids, and my breath suspended, I grated, “Just move, Leon.”

  “Fuck!” he bit, hesitating.

  A growl rumbled in his chest, and his body swayed involuntarily when I lifted my hips into his. He groaned, then relented and drove forward, sliding back inside… once, twice. With each gentle thrust, the pain lessened, and my limbs relaxed.

  A breathy moan flowed from me when Leon’s fingers encircled my wrists, drawing my arms up above my head. He captured my mouth with his, and the initial pain faded away, nothing but delicious friction in its wake. My back bowed, rising to meet his every thrust as he pushed in and out of my body.

  Every thrust heightened the sensation, building, mounting, until my eyes rolled to the back of my head and euphoric cries burst from my parted lips, my nails raking over the corded muscle in his back. And then a blast of white light broke behind my lids as waves of dizzying pleasure crashed over me and my walls pulsated around Leon’s dick. His hips jerked uncontrollably, smashing into mine in frenzied movements, before a deep, strangled groan erupted from his chest and he shuddered, then stilled.

  The heated air surrounding us filled with the sound of our strained breaths, and my heartbeat drummed in my head as Leon lowered down onto his forearms.

  “Jesus,” he croaked, his breath dusting my shoulder.

  Turning until my cheek rested against the tabletop, I focused my gaze on the open bathroom door through the narrow hallway, while the enormity of what I’d just done hit me.

  After several drawn out seconds spent pulling in heaving breaths, Leon pushed up and locked his elbows in place as he hovered over me.

  “Why didn’t you say it was your first time?”

  I could feel his eyes on me.

  A hot wave of humiliation sped through me, maybe irrationally, but I squirmed underneath him anyway, needing to remove myself from the situation. Taking my cue, he eased out of my body, pulling a slight wince from me in the process.

  Avoiding his gaze, his body—him—I reached for the other half of my leggings while my eyes searched the room for my shirt and bra.

  Leon disappeared into the bathroom for a few seconds, returning quickly, my name a coarse sigh on his lips as he braced his hands on his still bare hips. “Lissa.”

  “What?” I muttered, working to keep my tone even as I bent and threaded my foot through the hole of my leggings.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked again, tugging his briefs up over those firm ass cheeks.

  I shrugged, resisting the urge to gnaw at my lip. “Why does it matter?”

  He expelled a rough breath. “Are you kidding? It fucking matters to me, Lissa. I wouldn’t have fucking… I could have… fuck.” He broke off, his fingers pushing through his hair. “Did I hurt you?”

  His gruff question snapped me from my task and pulled my head round. The wealth of concern shining in his eyes struck me like a solid blow to the gut, and I gulped over the lump in my throat, needing to curb the emotion rising in me.

  “I barely even felt you,” I muttered. But my voice wavered on the lie.

  I hastily jumped down from the table with my eyes cast downward and hauled my leggings up over my hips before crouching to retrieve the discarded items of clothing crumpled on the floor. Forgoing the bra and stuffing it in my waistband instead, I tossed my shirt over my head and strode for the door… and all the while I tried to ignore the way my heart volleyed around inside my chest like a ping pong ball.

  Leon’s hand closed around my wrist, and my feet ground to a halt, seemingly programmed to react to his touch. The warmth from his body leached into mine as he drew up behind me, the sculpted contours
of his bare chest pressing lightly into my back.

  “You can’t drive yet,” he murmured, his light breaths stirring the loose hairs at my temple.

  I inhaled, fists straining by my sides. “I’m fine now. It’s been hours.” My voice barely carried, the sound nothing more than a whisper.

  “Don’t go. Stay here with me.” He slid his hand lower, his long fingers tangling with mine. “Just for tonight.”

  My eyes fell to our entwined hands.

  With his loaded request and silken touch, he was leading me into tumultuous waters—the dangerous kind—where it was disturbingly easy to lose sight of the shoreline, and almost impossible to distinguish what lay beneath the surface.

  My eyes flitted to the digital clock on the microwave. Numbers illuminated in green blinked back at me in the dim light.

  Almost ten minutes to midnight.

  On New Year’s Eve.

  It would make sense to leave this in the past. Leave him in the past.

  But if nothing else, my actions tonight proved I was lacking in the sense department when it came to Leon Bradshaw.

  My lids drifted closed as my resolve floundered. I didn’t resist when Leon led me back from the door.

  Ten minutes later, fireworks exploded in the night sky as we lay side by side, facing each other without speaking on top of Leon’s black, rumpled bed sheets. Eyes soft, he leaned in toward me, lifting a hand and sweeping a section of hair back off my face. “Happy New Year, Snow Queen.”

  A heart of ice… that’s what I had. Supposedly.

  Anything could thaw in the right circumstances, though.

  And sometimes… even the wrong ones.

  NINETEEN

  LISS

  I cracked my lids open, peering through the darkness shrouding me as I tried to get my bearings. The heavy weight draped across my chest drew my gaze down, and I slammed my eyes closed, my head dropping back into the cushion.

  Leon’s bedroom. That’s where I was.

  Leon’s arm. Laying across my chest.

  Leon’s lips… hands… body. All over mine.