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“Stay there.” He jabs a finger at one of his personal guards and sweeps me into an empty cubicle, closing the curtain.
Pressing against me, he traps me with his body and weakens me with his scent. The dark, masculine aroma of motorcycle exhaust wraps around me, draws me in, makes my pulse quicken, and my breath catch.
And his face. Lord help me, he’s beautiful and fierce. Godlike and predatory. High cheekbones, straight nose, and lips that could tempt the Virgin Queen of England.
My body betrays me, heat pooling low in my belly, a flush creeping up my neck. It takes everything in me to compose myself, to remember where I am and what I’m here to do.
My heart races, but I force a calm I don’t feel, pulling away with practiced professionalism.
“This is ridiculous.” He reaches for me again. “You’re risking your life.”
“So are you. I’m working.” I stop him with a hand on his chest. “I have guards, and you’re supposed to be studying for an exam.”
“I don’t need to study.”
“I don’t need you causing a scene in the ER. Go to the distillery and help Kody.”
His gaze bores into mine, giving me the full force of his arctic animalism. It’s too much, the intensity of those eyes, the way they strip me bare. But I stand my ground, meeting that primal expression head-on.
“It’s my first day.” I square my shoulders, trying to inject authority into my posture. “Don’t fuck this up for me.”
He doesn’t move at first. Then, without warning, he clamps a hand around my nape, fingers tangling in my hair.
“Leo—”
His mouth crashes into mine, and he kisses me with the wild, feral anger that lives inside him. He kisses me like a man starved, as if he waited a lifetime for this moment. His lips demand and bruise, leaving no space for hesitation or second thoughts.
I should push him away, should remind him—and myself—this is neither the time nor the place. But the fire in his kiss consumes me, igniting the desperation between us. I climb his mountainous frame, fingers digging into the muscled slopes of his shoulders, losing myself in his vicious raid.
Time ceases to exist. There’s only the heat of his mouth, the roughness of his touch, the taste of him—his danger and desire. I don’t want this moment to end as he tears us apart and puts us back together again.
Too soon, he pulls back, leaving me breathless and aching. His hand lingers on my neck, fingers caressing my skin.
“Remember that.” He steps back, grinning through his anger.
“Dammit, Leo.” I touch my mouth and straighten my bun. “Does it look like I’ve been making out?”
“Yeah, love. Swollen lips for days.”
With that, he turns and strides out, leaving me dizzy and trembling.
What was I thinking? I shouldn’t have let him kiss me here.
Idiot.
The scent of him lingers, pissing me off as I try to gather the shattered pieces of my composure.
I’m here to do a job, a meaningful one. I can’t afford to let him distract me.
But as I force myself back to my duties, the taste of him still on my lips, I know he didn’t leave. I sense his eyes on me, a burning brand that both comforts and suffocates.
The trauma unit is a whirlwind of activity, but I slip back into my role with ease. My hands remember the motions, my mind the protocols. I’m a nurse, capable and competent, and no amount of time away can change that.
Even with Leo watching and following me like one of the guards.
I see him in the hallway, his eyes locked on me. It’s distracting, infuriating. I can’t do my job with him hovering like this.
Not to mention how often I jump when someone walks up behind me. I’m constantly looking over my shoulder, fighting random shivers, and trying to convince myself I’m not being watched.
