Unfiltered & Unsaved

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Book: Unfiltered & Unsaved by Payge Galvin, Bridgette Luna Read Free Book Online
Authors: Payge Galvin, Bridgette Luna
Tags: Suspense, Romance, Coming of Age, Contemporary, sexy, new adult, college, Christian, love, Faith
Really young. Her name’s Avita, and … she’s pregnant. There’s no telling what Solomon will do, and I can’t run off and leave her to take any kind of punishment, can I?”
    Oh my God, she thought, and the second thought to hit her was, is it his baby? She almost blurted that out, but she wasn’t sure he’d tell her even if it was. She didn’t know what to say, or what to do. He was right, he couldn’t just abandon that girl, whether it was his baby or not … but she couldn’t let him go back to that, either. Not without some kind of a plan for how to make it better.
    “Let me call the police,” she said, and pulled out her phone. He closed one hand over hers, stilling it. There was that strength again, precise and controlled.
    “No,” he said. “No cops. Can’t do it, Hope.”
    If he wouldn’t go to the police, she didn’t know how she could help him. Think of something, she told herself. Just … think! But it wasn’t working. She felt utterly helpless.
    And then she heard the doorknob jiggling outside the room.
    “Oh God,” Elijah whispered, and then she felt his body language shift, as if he’d made a final decision. “I’ll go with him. You just—forget you ever met me, all right? Go back to your life. I mean it.”
    She had no idea what to say to that— no from the bottom of her soul came to mind—but as she hesitated, she realized that whoever was at the door wasn’t trying to break in. She could hear code beeps as they punched buttons.
    The bald thug chasing them wouldn’t have a code, and if someone did have a code, they’d wonder what the two of them were doing hiding here in the dark.
    Well, there was one way to explain that.
    She grabbed Elijah, pulled him close, and kissed him.
    For a second he felt wooden, as if he was too surprised to respond at all, and then his body altered, flowed against hers, and those fabulous soft lips came alive too … fever-hot, damp, and best of all, expert. His mouth parted and his tongue stroked and found entrance, and yes, yes he did taste like tea, like tea and strange spices and danger and wonder, and she hardly paid any attention to the door opening because this, this was so much more interesting.
    The light blazed on, red through her tight-shut eyelids, and she heard someone laugh and say, “Oh, shit, occupied. Sorry, dude.” And then the light flicked off, the door slammed again, and it was just her and Elijah in the dark, surrounded by the firefly blinking of a hundred server lights. His arms were around her now, holding her closer and closer, and she felt all the heat in her body drain into the center, then flood down, warming her from the inside in red/gold bursts of pleasure. She reached up and ran her fingers through his soft hair, something she’d wanted to do from the moment she’d seen him, and skimmed down the long, strong curve of his cheekbones and into the hollows of his dimples. The slight burn of resistance from the beginnings of stubble made her shiver all over.
    He made a sound into her mouth without breaking the kiss, and she knew it was all about hunger and need and want, and she felt the same echo inside her, in all the damp, dark places she hadn’t known were so very empty. A surge of desire stormed her defenses and overwhelmed all her good sense, and if she had a thought of I don’t even know him, I just met him, it was swept away on the white-water rush of sensation.
    His hands slid up her sides, fitted around the curve of her waist, and pulled her closer. Closer. These were not the same gentle, deliberately polite hands he’d put on her before; these had purpose. Intent. She melted from the inside out and felt combustion ignite fires under his palms.
    I’m a good girl, she thought. Then that rushed away, too, as unimportant as any other objection that might try to surface beneath the tidal sweep of pure, animal sensation.
    There wasn’t much sound after that—the frantic kisses, the hiss of fabric on fabric as

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