Protecting His Pregnant Lover - Leslie North Page 0,39

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 undone with a darted flick of his tongue to the back of her ear, and writhed in his arms as wave after wave rolled through her. She didn’t know if she was forming words at this point, and she didn’t care—all she wanted was this feeling, this ecstasy, to last forever. When she finally settled back down to earth, she turned in toward him, panting, as his hold on her tightened, and a helpless groan ripped from him as he came hard inside her as shockwaves of their incredible sex still coursed through her.

Afterward, sated and sleepy, they lay in each other’s arms, enjoying the afterglow.

“Guess the light’s a hit,” Levon joked, his chuckle rumbling beneath her ear as Olive rested her head on his chest, over his heart. She snuggled in close, careless of their sweaty, tangled limbs, their plastered hair, and the mess they’d made. She completely dismissed the fact that the end result of her luxury bath had, ultimately, been undone.

All she cared about was that moment.

All she cared about was the baby and Levon.

12

“Sorry, dude,” Clint said, over the phone line. “That SIM card was pretty much destroyed from sitting in the water so long. All I managed to get were the few phone numbers and call logs I sent to you.”

“Okay.” Levon scrubbed a hand over his face and stared out across the faculty parking lot from his position behind one of storage buildings, out of sight of the rest of the campus. He’d been hoping for some kind of lead from that SIM card, but the only thing it had done was confirm what he already knew. The numbers and call logs Clint had salvaged had been traced to cell numbers belonging to Colin Wilson and Franklin Monroe. So basically he was right where he’d started. “What about the security footage from the school? Anything new there?”

“As a matter of fact,” Clint said, pulling the phone away from his mouth while he talked to Noah offline, then coming back on again. “Yeah. That kid you mentioned. Franklin? He’s all over it. Check your email, should be coming through now.”

Levon held the device away from his ear and pressed the button to open his mail app. Sure enough, the video clip opened on a grainy image of the dark-haired senior selling what appeared to be drugs on a street corner near the mall in Harper’s Forge.

Shit. Just shit.

He’d been hoping he’d been wrong. Worse, he’d been hoping he’d never have to tell Olive her favorite kid had already crossed over to the wrong side of the law. Dammit.

“You get it okay?” Clint asked over the phone line.

“Yeah, I got it. Thanks.” Levon raked a hand through his hair, agitated and on edge. Cars were starting to pull into the lot and he moved farther back into the shadows to avoid detection. He’d forgotten about the stupid parent-teacher conferences tonight. That would mean Olive would be here at school later than usual. A part of him