Protecting His Pregnant Lover - Leslie North Page 0,4
about the people at the reunion. He only half-listened, more interested in her than any of the other losers he’d become reacquainted with tonight.
They slowed for a red light and she giggled. An honest to God giggle, and the husky sound went straight to Levon’s groin. So much for playing it cool. He shifted in his seat, glad his longer shirt covered any embarrassing situations down below. Olive ran a hand through her hair, then looked over at him. “Sorry. I think I might’ve had too much punch back at the gym.”
Me too. Levon bit back the words and frowned, punching the accelerator harder than necessary once the light turned green. Moments later, they arrived at the bar and he pulled into an open spot near the end of the row in the gravel lot. This time he got out and went around to help Olive out of the truck. The height meant her skirt rode up a bit as she stepped down, giving him a glimpse of slim thighs and shapely calves and damn if he couldn’t stop thinking about those legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her warm wetness over and over again.
Shit.
“Thanks,” Olive said, her hand still in his as she stood before him, their eyes locked and their breath hitching. Oh boy. Then she stepped back and smoothed her hand down her dress. “We should, um, get inside and get a table. The place fills up quick.”
Right. They were here to have a drink and get reacquainted, not screw in the parking lot. The sooner Levon remembered that, the better. Still, as he followed her into the dark, noisy bar, he couldn’t help noticing the sway of her hips as she walked.
Luckily, there were two seats still open at the end of the bar by the pool tables and they took a seat, Levon ordering a dark lager and Olive sticking with sparkling water this time.
“So,” he said after taking a long swig from his bottle to quench his parched throat. “What have you been up to since high school?”
“Well, college, of course. Then coming back here and getting a job teaching science.”
“Really?” At her grin, he connected the dots. “Wait, are you saying you teach at Harper’s Forge High now?”
“Yep. In fact, that classroom you barged into earlier is mine.”
“Wow.” Levon chuckled, some of the tension knotting between his shoulder blades easing. “Imagine that. Olive Owen taking over our old classroom.”
“It’s Miss Owen now.” She winked at him and the room seemed to get a little hotter. Levon resisted the urge to run his finger beneath the collar of his shirt. “And yes. The sophomores are mine.”
Amidst the clack of pool balls from the tables nearby and the drone of conversation around them, he and Olive spent the next hour or so catching up. He told her as much as he could about his time in the Navy and his training for the SEALs, and she talked about her life in their small hometown. Eventually, the alcohol in his system and the lack of food in his stomach created a nice buzz that chased away any remaining inhibitions he might have had. Then again, the three ales he’d downed, on top of what he’d had before in the gym, didn’t hurt either.
The sound of Olive’s voice was nice, soothing, sexy. He was happy just to listen to her talk. Besides he didn’t really have more to say.
Or maybe he did.
The simmering want in his blood rolled into a full boil and he found himself reaching over to take her hand. It probably wasn’t the wisest move ever, but hell if he could make himself care anymore. Time reduced to only the now, only this woman, this night, this moment.
He leaned closer to Olive, and whispered near her ear to be heard over the din in the room, “What do you say we continue this somewhere more private?”
Levon didn’t imagine the slight shiver that ran through her body, or the heat in her gaze as her eyes met his. Yep. She wanted him too. No doubt about it. It might have been a while since he’d been with a woman, but a man never forgot a look like that.
Olive licked her lips and he tracked the tiny movement, thinking about all the places he’d love to have her use that cute pink tongue on him.
“Let’s go,” she said, and that was all he needed to hear.
After slapping a fifty down on the bar