I don’t want to fall in love with you. The words sprang into Olive’s mind again, and she clung to them even as Levon turned her around and tipped her mouth to his. She clutched the cotton material of his t-shirt, and felt the heat of him radiating through her robe to her chilled skin beneath.
God, she didn’t want to love Levon. Not when he’d be leaving again after his mission was through—not when he could never possibly love her back. No. She didn’t want to fall in love.
But she was really worried that it might already be too late.
He dragged his lips over hers, once, twice, before deepening the kiss. She slipped her arms around his neck and rose on tiptoes, needing more, needing to stoke his hunger, needing to know it matched her own. Without it, she would go crazy. The tingling thrills his soft moans sent hurtling through her made it impossible to think. It was like she was adrift in this room’s tiny galaxy and made entirely of shooting stars.
His palm slid down her spine to the small of her back, pressing her more firmly against him so she could feel the full extent of his arousal. Now it was Olive’s turn to groan. His sudden acceptance of it all—his protective hands, his clear feeling of wonder and joint ownership—lit a fire in her. When she parted her lips beneath his, he took full advantage.
There was no thinking straight when Levon was kissing her. Everything disappeared except for his touch, his taste, his scent. Then his fingers moved around to unknot the belt of her robe and the plush terry cloth fell away as Levon wrapped her in his arms and carried her over to the bed.
She couldn’t get enough of him, craved skin on skin. She worked her hands beneath the hem of his t-shirt and tugged it over his head. Next came the fly of his jeans. Her blood rushed loudly in her ears as she unbuttoned and unzipped them, then he was gone, shucking the rest of his clothes before joining her again on the bed. At last they were both naked, warm and aroused and wrapped in each other’s embrace. She wanted to kiss him all over, wanted to lick every inch of him, wanted to burrow inside him and never come out again…
“Olive.” Her name sounded like a blessing and curse on his lips as she reached down and took his cock in her hand. So hot, so hard, so hers. Olive shivered with the force of possessiveness coursing through her like wildfire. He gently moved her hand away, pinning it to the mattress beside her head as he stretched out beside her so he didn’t squash the baby. “Not yet, sweetheart,” he said against her temple. “If you touch me like that now, it’ll all be over, and I want to take my time tonight.”
“Okay,” she squeaked out, snuggling against him. Long and slow sounded divine to her too. “We take our time.”
“Good.” He kissed her cheek, her forehead, the corner of her mouth, all the while stroking his hands over her almost reverently. “Now stop thinking.”
For once, she was all too eager to listen to that particular piece of advice. He grasped her hips and turned her around, pulling her up onto her hands and knees and positioning himself behind her in the bed. Her inability to see what was going on behind her drove her wild with anticipation. All she could do in that moment was feel him: his hands skimming up her shoulders, and then down again; his hot breath gusting across the hypersensitive skin of her neck...
“Spread your legs for me,” he whispered. Olive gasped, turning in to that whisper to receive a kiss. She parted her thighs obediently, and Levon stroked her wet folds, his thumb circling her swollen clit several times, until she cried out with want. She needed him. Now. Would die without him. Then his hard cock nudged her slick entrance before sliding into her.
“Ohhh.” Olive arched like a cat and he wrapped her in his arms, moving within her, slowly, relentlessly. He held all the power here, yet seemed powerless to stop himself from nuzzling her, whispering how amazing her body felt around his, kissing her shoulders, her neck, her mouth, wherever he could reach. She cried out again, wordlessly pleading for more. “God, Levon.”
“Last night was good, but it’s been killing me. I needed to be inside you again like this.” He thrust into her again, his breathing labored, and nipped her earlobe. Hard enough for her to feel it, but not hard enough to hurt. “You’ve always done this to me, Olive. Ever since high school. The amount of time I had to spend in the shower so I could have a little privacy while I thought of you...”
The thought of him fantasizing about her, making himself come to thoughts of her, nearly had her climaxing herself. She’d always wanted him like this too, but had never thought he’d want her back. To find out he did now was…
Levon picked up the pace, pulling her hips back against him to deepen each questing plunge. Olive thought she would scream her throat raw with begging. She couldn’t help herself. She was losing her mind; her intellect, the one thing she had always prided herself on, was gone now that she was back here locked in his arms...
Orgasm took her by surprise. It had been building since their first kiss here in their secret, sapphire room. She was
