I stop my car in front of his and look back at him. Leo doesn’t move. He just stands there with his hands in the pockets of his sweats. He leans his head in my direction, and his gaze holds mine, which has me forcing myself to breathe properly.
My shaky hand fiddles with my door. As my feet make contact with the pavement below, I hear a husky chuckle leave his throat.
“I didn’t know my bad girl had a car racing kink.”
My mouth drops open in shock at his blunt words. Oh God. I don’t have a car racing kink. What the hell? The only reason I was racing him was because he was following me. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have been in this position.
I cross my arms across my chest and give him my best glare. “I don’t have a kink for car racing, you dick.”
He stands up straight and walks toward me. “Are you sure about that, darling?” He pauses and stares down at me. “I’m told I have very good eyesight. I saw the grin on your face when you were trying to win against me.”
Every word he says, he takes a step closer to me. I take one back in response and panic when my back meets the cool metal of my car. He smirks down at me with want on his face. He’s so close to me. I want to close my eyes and sink into the feeling of him. I grab the door handle beside me when he presses his defined body against mine. Holy shit, I feel every muscle carved into this man.
Leo’s head dips, and his husky voice whispers in my ear, “Can you feel what you do to me?” His lips softly brush against my earlobe.
Luckily, I’m depending on him and my car for support. If I wasn’t, I would have tumbled to the floor.
I don’t trust myself to speak, so I just nod my head in response and squeeze my eyes shut tight. The big bulge against my thigh is very clear.
“You know how turned on I am that you were fucking racing me?”
His big hand grips my thigh as he steps impossibly closer to me, clouding up my mind with want and need. I gaze over his shoulder.
“The thoughts running through my mind about you right now will send me to hell.”
Amen to that. I’ve never wanted to pull someone down by their neck so badly to slam my lips against theirs. Yet here I am, pinned against a car with Leo invading every single logical thought in me.
Both our chests rise up and down roughly as we concentrate on how the other feels.
“On a scale of one to ten, how mad would you be at me if I kissed you?” His breathless whisper makes my knees wobble.
Little do you know, Leo, I wouldn’t be mad at all.
“I’m not sure,” I answer. “My brain doesn’t work well when you’re this close. It must be the stupidity in you rubbing off on me.”
His tattooed hand comes up and cups the side of my jaw. Placing his forehead on mine, he speaks lowly and huskily. “I don’t know what you're talking about. I was a straight-A student in school. Can’t say the same to you. Are you sure you’re not a blonde?” His voice is so beautiful yet so dangerous.
“Yeah, you were a straight-A student in stupidity?” I tease.
Feeling his breath on my lips, I breathe him in.
“Just making sure you won’t kick me in the dick,” he says moments before dipping his head down closer to mine.
There is nothing I can possibly do to stop him now. Leo has me in a tight choke hold. It’s just a matter of who will give in to the feelings we’re fighting first.
His long lashes brush against my cheek, making me let out a whimper at the feeling. Five minutes ago, I was cursing the ground Leo walked on. Now, all I want is for his touch and every breath and word to be mine for just a moment.
His soft, lush lips, which I’ve always wondered what they feel like, hover just above mine. Just as I feel the remaining space between our lips close, I jump away in fright.
“Holy shit!” I exclaim when someone leans on their horn.
My heart beats a mile a minute as I glance over Leo’s broad shoulder.
“Get it, man!” a guy yells from his open window.
Three other guys let out obnoxious laughs as they glance at us. I recognize them. Wyatt is sitting in the car’s backseat. He has a disapproving look on his face. I’m mortified, and I immediately want to be swallowed up. I know all of them from high school. Seeing them act like children makes me relieved I graduated. Not to mention, they saw me pressed up against a car.
Kill me now. I really wanted that kiss …
