“Sounds interesting.” Olive rose up on her elbow to meet his gaze. “Are you going to take it?”
“Thinking about it.” He ran his fingers up and down her spine, enjoying her shudder of pleasure and the way her body curled into his as he stroked her skin, like a cat. “Seems like interesting work—mostly protection services and investigations. Pretty much anything that involves muscle.”
“Huh.” Her hand stilled over his heart. “Seems like that will keep you pretty busy.”
“Probably.” He took a deep breath. Before tonight, that idea hadn’t bothered him. He’d never really settled in one place too long, not since joining the Navy. Honestly, the nomadic life suited him. Now though, lying here with Olive, he was reluctant to leave. Which was stupid, really. They’d both agreed to this one-night stand. To make it into more than that was idiotic. “I’ve got one last mission with my SEAL team to finish up. I leave tomorrow to fly to Florida, then from there, who knows? I’ll make a final decision after that.”
“Wow. Guess I shouldn’t get too attached to you then, eh?” Olive gave him a teasing little smile, though a shadow of something flickered through her pretty brown eyes too fast for him to identify.
He gave a curt nod. Neither of them should get attached to the other. In fact, they should enjoy tonight for what it was—no fuss, no muss, no-strings-attached incredible sex. And speaking of sex…
He rolled Olive beneath him and kissed her soundly. When he pulled back at last, she was wrapped around him again, her hands behind his neck and her legs around his waist, so close he didn’t know where she ended and he started. Levon rested his forehead against hers and grinned, then kissed his way down her neck to the pulse point at the base of her throat, inhaling her sweet scent before moving lower to worship those beautiful breasts of hers again. He didn’t remember her having such amazing boobs in high school. Like everything else about Olive, they’d changed. She was so mature now, so luscious and full and ripe. He wanted to eat up every inch of her and devour her whole.
To that end, he paid homage to her breasts a moment longer before kissing his way down her abdomen to the juncture of her thighs. The last time they’d made love, it had been in her shower, the warm water cascading down on them as he’d taken her from behind against the tile wall. It had been hot and intense and wonderful. But now, for this last time, he wanted to go slow and savor her.
She squirmed beneath him, her fingers in his hair as he separated her slick folds and ran his tongue up the center of her before sucking on her most sensitive flesh. Olive damned near bucked off the bed, but for his shoulders and hands keeping her right where he wanted her. With her legs around his head, he made love to her with his mouth and lips and tongue, until she came apart in his arms, crying out his name as she orgasmed. It was the sweetest sound Levon had ever heard.
Finally, after nuzzling her through the cresting waves of pleasure, he kissed his way back up her body until his cock was poised at her entrance again. She was right. They’d gone bareback before, so there wasn’t much point in worrying now. Besides, she’d said she was on the pill.
Maybe it was the lingering alcohol in his system. Maybe it was the remembered pleasure of being inside her that he’d already enjoyed three times that night. Maybe it was the magic of Olive herself, but for once, Levon threw caution to the winds and thrust deep within her, loving the tight heat of her around him.
Soon they found their rhythm and Levon had them both teetering on the brink again. Olive’s nails scored his back as he reached between them to stroke her once, twice, before she tumbled over the edge into yet another climax, her body milking his until he too came hard inside her, his body taut with release and his toes curled until finally, strength left him and he collapsed down atop her, careful not to crush Olive as he rested his head in the valley between her breasts, his breath ghosting her skin and leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake.
“That was…” she said, her words breathy. “Wow.”
“Agreed,” he managed to grunt, still amazed his old high school crush had turned out to be such a fabulous reality in the present. Her fingers stroked his scalp and before he knew it, Levon drifted off to sleep, his night with Olive better than any dream he could have had.
3
Seven months gone, and Levon Asher’s body still ached for another reunion.
He had been ready since he bid goodbye to Olive that morning after—it had been a prolonged goodbye, topped off with pancakes at their favorite diner, and another quickie in his truck. He still remembered how sticky-sweet her lips had been as she’d ridden all recollection of other women out of his head.
That was turning out to be the problem: he couldn’t stop thinking about Olive Owen. Seven months, and he could finally admit that fact to himself. His unlikely high school crush was living naked and rent-free in his thoughts and showed no signs of vacating anytime soon.
But he couldn’t look her up. Not even now, when he was back in
