Protecting His Pregnant Lover - Leslie North Page 0,38

Levon’s low voice rumbled near her ear. Olive hadn’t realized he’d moved in behind her until his arms encircled her waist. He held her that way, her back to his front, and she felt helpless to do anything but fall back against him and surrender into his embrace. His hands fell to her stomach and the baby inside her twirled and tumbled, seemingly as thrilled as Olive was at the presence of its father.

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