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 top for what was probably twenty dollars’ worth of drinks, Levon took Olive’s hand and all but ran out of the bar with her, not caring that people might talk behind their backs. It was a small town after all. And sure as hell not caring if he seemed way too eager to be with her. Right now, his entire universe consisted of Olive Owen and he didn’t give a shit who knew it.
Between kisses and caresses, they somehow made it to his truck. In a tangle of limbs and lust, they climbed inside. The cab of the truck was bigger than most, but still not ideal for making love. Still, they made it work. Levon tore off his tie and button-down shirt, popping a few buttons along the way, while Olive tugged her burgundy sheath dress off over her head, leaving her in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching panties. She straddled him in the seat, the warmth between her legs brushing over his khaki-covered hard cock, and Levon was lost.
He couldn’t get enough of her. Forget the punch or the beer or anything else.
Olive was by far the most intoxicating thing tonight.
Soo
n her bra was gone and he had those fabulous breasts of her in his palms, their soft weight filling his hands perfectly as he teased her taut nipples with his fingers and thumbs before taking each one into his mouth in turn, making her moan and writhe against him again.
Next he slid her panties down and off her legs, while she fiddled with his belt and unzipped his pants to take him firmly in hand. It took all his hard-won willpower not to come instantly at the contact of her warm skin against him, but somehow he managed. Man, he wanted her like he hadn’t wanted anyone in a long time, maybe ever. Lord knew he’d thought about doing this with Olive so many times, but now it was actually happening, and the reality was so much better than any of his fantasies.
She ground against him, making his hard cock ache to be inside her, but some small shred of common sense still niggled in the back of his mind, making him say, “I won’t be in town long. And I don’t have a condom with me.”
“I know you aren’t staying,” she said, reaching her fingers down to tickle his sensitive balls and making him groan low in his throat. “It’s fine. I want you, I want this. One night is enough. And I’m on the pill, don’t worry.”
Levon kissed her hard and deep, pulling back as she rose up to position him at her wet entrance. Those warning bells went off in his head again before he shut them off. Something was wrong here, but his mind was too fuzzy to think of what.
You need to be inside her, that’s what’s wrong.
Then Olive sank down onto his hard cock, her warm, wet, tight channel fitting him like a glove, and any last remnants of coherent thought left him completely. “Oh God, Olive. You feel amazing.”
She leaned in, trailing kisses down his neck as she rode him to her pleasure. “So do you. So, so good.”
Then there was no more talk, just kisses and caresses and moans of ecstasy as the truck windows steamed up and they both got pulled under by a riptide of desire.
2
Hours later, as the first streaks of dawn glowed through the windows in Olive’s bedroom, Levon lay awake thinking about the night they’d shared. Olive was asleep on his chest, or at least he thought she was, until she stirred and propped her chin on her hand, looking up at him.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, her voice groggy with sleep.
“Just everything I have to do once I leave town again,” he said, dodging her question. Truth was, he was thinking about making love to her again, but he didn’t want to wear her out—or push his luck. “Busy.”
“With your SEAL team?” Olive traced lazy patterns on his chest with her fingers and his skin tingled in the wake of her touch. “I thought you told me you were done.”
“Almost—I’ve got one last mission,” he said, catching her hand as it traveled down his abs toward his cock again. So apparently she was up for another round before he left. Good to know, but right now, it was just nice to talk. Since leaving his SEAL team, one of the things he missed most was having the other guys to bounce ideas off of. He hadn’t been out on his own long enough to build a group of close friends like that yet. Olive was the closest thing he had to a connection thus far, so he decided to tell her. “As for after that… I’ve interviewed for a new job now that I’m retiring from the Navy. A group of ex-SEALs have started their own security firm in Arlington and have offered me a position, if I want it.”
“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.”