Christmas with a Soldier (Soldier Series Romance Novellas) (4 page)

My breasts pushed into his chest as I eagerly kissed him, and
I felt his hands sliding down my back and over my bottom.  Our tongues intertwined as we kissed, and his teeth nipped at me again in his eagerness.  Slipping his fingers beneath the silky fabric, he tugged my panties down, and soon his hands were caressing the bare skin of my backside.  He reached over to his bag, pulling out a condom, and I moved to the side, continuing to passionately kiss him, as he slid it on.  “I want to be on top,” I whispered, before he could say anything.  I climbed back on top of him, and gripping his firm length in my hand, guided it inside my body.

I gasped at the hardness and girth of him inside me.  It had been way too long since I’d been with a man, and sensations I hadn’t felt in ages were overpowering me now.  His
warm lips on my mouth, his thick length filling me up, his hard chest pressing against my breasts; I was overwhelmed with lust.  I started gently moving on top of him, riding his shaft.  We didn’t stop kissing, and with his tongue in my mouth and manhood inside me, I couldn’t imagine anything feeling better than this.  His hands slid to my hips, holding me, as I lay splayed on top of him.  Suddenly he thrust himself up and further inside me, and I gasped as the base of his penis brushed against my sensitive nub.  I was just catching my breath when he thrust again, causing me to gasp once more as he came into contact with my sensitive skin.  A warm heat was growing inside of me, building from the core, and I knew I couldn’t control myself much longer if he continued his powerful thrusts.  I was slightly in awe that he was taking charge of our movements, despite my being on top. I eagerly kissed him as I straddled his manhood, wanting to drink in every aspect of this moment.  Before I had a chance to regain control, he was thrusting over and over, filling me up with his hardness, pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. A warmth spread through me, spiraling out of control, and I finally gave myself over to Trent, my body collapsing against his, and I cried out again and again.

Panting
on top of him, my face beside his, too overcome to continue our kisses, I was aware that he too had stiffened even more and had finally come inside of me.  His hands on my back and bottom, he rolled us over and gently extracted himself.  Tying off the condom and tossing it aside, he pulled me into his arms, his stomach pressed against my back.  “That was unexpected,” he whispered, allowing his hand to cup one of my breasts as he held me.  His lips brushed against my neck.  “You were completely amazing,” he said appreciatively.

“So you were,” I answered, feeling completely sated.  The warmth of the wine buzz I still had and the relaxed state from my amazing orgasm had left me more open and content than I’d been in ages.  Sure I was happy with things in my life, but happy didn’t always mean feeling this satisfied while a sexy soldier held me in his strong arms.  He caressed my breast, his thumb moving back an
d forth over my tender nipple, and he gently grazed his teeth over my bare shoulder.

“You taste amazing,” he murmured.  “Like strawberries in summer…
.”  He trailed off, and I felt his hardness rising against my bottom.  He gently pinched my nipple between his thumb and finger, and I gasped, starting to become aroused all over again.

“
I hope you liked it, too,” he said softly, kissing my shoulder.  He lowered his hand from my breast, softly running his fingers over the skin on my abdomen until his hand came to a rest between my legs.  “Because I want to make you come again.”  He gently held me between my legs as I lay on my side, and he brought his lips to my neck, sucking on my skin.  I felt his teeth gently grazing on my flesh, and I wondered if is actions would leave a telltale sign tomorrow.

He started to rub his hand slowly against me, and
I groaned, pushing myself into his hand, wanting him to touch me even more.  He didn’t disappoint, and his fingers easily found my fleshy nub.  They started to trace in slow circles, and I arched my back, unable to contain myself against the deliciousness of his touch.  I felt the heat once again begin to build inside of me, and I knew I would come faster this time, still turned on from making love just minutes before.  As my breathing intensified, his touch became faster, until I started to gasp.  He slid a couple of strong fingers inside of me, working them in and out, and I thrust against him, desperate for release.  My arousal slick around him, he slid his fingers back out, and after a few teasing strokes against my clitoris, he sped up his movement again.  I let out another groan, and as his finger circled around and around, I arched back and was crying out again, coming as he held me in his strong arms.

He tightened his grasp around me as I lay limp against his firm body. 
“I love how your body responds to me,” he whispered huskily.  “It is so damn sexy.”

“
Mmmm,” was my only reply.

“
Did that feel good?”

“Amazing,” I said, letting myself relax against his warm embrace.

“Good,” he said, his breath hot on my skin.  “Because there’s nothing I want more than to make love to you over and over again.”

I woke up the next morning feeling
content and exhausted.  As I sleepily opened my eyes, I realized that I was lying in bed in a strange room, the winter sun beaming in through the window.  Suddenly, memories of last night came flooding back: making love to my mystery soldier in front of the fire, having the most amazing orgasm of my life as he’d held me close, and then making love a second time even though we’d just finished.  What on earth had come over me?  I’d never had a one-night-stand before; I didn’t sleep around.  Yet I was willing to have sex again and again with a man I’d just met?

The last thing I remembered was drifting off to sleep together in front of the fire. 
Trent’s strong arms had been around me, the spicy scent of his cologne all over my skin.  It had felt so good to be with a man, to fall asleep in his arms.  How had I gotten into the bedroom?  And where was Trent anyway?

As if hearing my thoughts, he appeared in the doorway a moment later.  He was wearing his fatigues and white tee shirt, and I drunk in the way it hugged his firm chest and biceps. 
His broad shoulders and chest narrowed to a slim waist and hips—and, oh God, I knew what those hips could do.  Just the memory of last night was stirring tingling sensations inside me and sending shivers down my spine.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked, his deep voice sounding sexy as hell first thing in the morning.

“Really well,” I said, sitting up in bed.  “Too well.”  I pulled the covers around myself as I looked at him.  Of course he’d already seen me completely naked, but a night of drunken passion that had let my inhibitions go out the window didn’t mean I felt as reckless with abandon first thing in the morning.

“Me too,” he said, a
relaxed smile coming to his face.

Apparently our activities under the covers had worn him out as well—although we hadn’t actually made it to the bedroom,
let alone to a bed with covers, instead making love right in front of the fireplace.  Again and again.  His eyes trailed over me, noticing the way I was clutching the sheet around me.  “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice deep.  “I didn’t mean to barge in here and make you uncomfortable.”

“No problem,”
I said, and he started to turn away.  “I mean you didn’t; you can stay.”

He nodded,
and turned back, his dark eyes meeting mine.  His gaze drifted down to my chest, and I suddenly realized that I was barely covered by the thin sheet.  He quickly met my eyes again, and despite my embarrassment, I found myself slightly flattered that he was still looking at me that way after having plenty of amazing sex last night.  Still, I sat up a little straighter and pulled the covers more tightly around myself.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, a slight smile tugging at his mouth.  “I don’t, uh, usually
have an amazing night like that.”

“
Me either.  And I definitely don’t usually sleep with handsome strangers,” I said, flushing slightly.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” he said with a grin.  I instantly felt
relieved, which was silly, because there really wasn’t anything for me to feel bad about.  I was single; he was single.  I was a grown woman and capable of making my own decisions.  Yet it felt nice to know that he wasn’t the type to kiss and tell.  “I’m glad you made an exception for me, though,” he added with a mischievous look in his eye.

This time I really did start blushing, and I cou
ld tell that he was amused.

“I’ll let you get ready.  I didn’t want
to wake you, but as soon as you’re dressed and gather your things, we can head out.  I’ve got the funeral today, and I know that you’re probably eager to get home to your family.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding.  I noticed my clothes had been neatly piled on a chair in the corner of the room.  Trent had
obviously brought them in for me.  Had he carried me into the bedroom last night as well?  I cringed when I saw my lacy bra and panties lying neatly atop my jeans.  That was hardly a reason for me to be embarrassed though.  He’d seen a lot more than just my lingerie last night.

“I don’t mean to rush you,” he said politely.  “I just really need to get back—” he said, cutting himself off.

“Right, I understand,” I said softly.  “I’m eager to get home to my daughter as well.

He softly closed the door as he left the bedroom, and I was left alone
to mull over my thoughts.  I’d slept with this guy, and now we’d be spending a few more hours walking back through the woods together.  Should I offer to come with him today?  A funeral seemed like the type of thing you wouldn’t want to go through alone, but for all I knew Trent had tons of friends and neighbors waiting for him.  I know he mentioned he didn’t have any other family, but certainly he had someone who would be there.  Maybe he wouldn’t want me, his surprise one-night-stand, there at all.

My invitation for him to join us for dinner tonight still stood, but I didn’t want to overcomplicate things after what had happened last night. 
Maybe it was better that he’d turned down my invitation yesterday.  It somehow seemed different to invite an acquaintance you’d just met over for Christmas Eve, someone who didn’t have anywhere else to go, than to invite over the guy you’d accidentally had amazing sex with.  It’s not like anything would develop between us; he’d already said that he had plans to leave town.

I quickly dressed and went to join Trent in the living room.  He’d somehow managed to heat some water over the fire, and had instant coffe
e packets in his rucksack, so we both had a cup of coffee before we headed out.  He poured mine into the little cup attached to the thermos, and he drank his from the glass he’d used last night.

I suddenly felt a little awkward sitting here next to him
, back in front of the fire.  Trent must have felt it, too, because he suddenly stood up.  “I need to put this fire out before we go—don’t want to burn the whole place down.”

“All right; I’ll put
the glasses from last night in the kitchen.”  His fingers brushed against mine as I took the glass away, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me at his touch.  His dark eyes met mine, and from the smoldering look in them, I knew that he’d felt it, too.

He cleared his throat, and I flushed as I turned away.  No sense getting all worked up over
nothing.  We’d be heading out soon, and after we finally made our way back to the road, I’d probably never see him again.  I carried the glasses to the kitchen, thinking about what Hannah would be doing this morning.  She’d spent the night at her grandparents’ house plenty of times before, so I knew she’d be okay, but I also knew they’d all be worried sick about me.  I assumed someone had found my car and Trent’s Jeep by now.  They were probably out searching the woods right now looking for us.  I quickly put the glasses away and went to Trent in the living room, suddenly eager to get home.  He had his rucksack slung over his shoulder and was holding my backpack in his other hand.  “Here you go,” he said, his voice deep, as he handed it over to me.  “Unless you want me to carry it?”

“Oh, no, I got it,” I said, feeling
an unexpected surge of pleasure at his thoughtful gesture. 
He’s just being polite,
I told myself.  I slept with him last night for God’s sake, he probably just doesn’t want to seem like a jerk making me carry my things as we hiked back.  Trent held the door for me as we stepped outside, and I was very aware of his tall, athletic physique as I brushed by him.

“I hope the
owners of this cabin don’t mind that we crashed at their place,” he said, his voice deep.

He pulled the door shut behind us, and w
e started walking back the way that we’d come yesterday.  “I guess you’ll be happy to get home to your daughter,” he said.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to see Hannah.  She was at her grandparents’ house, so I know she’s safe, but the poor thing must have been scared to death wondering where I was.”

He nodded, seeming lost in his own thoughts.  I realized that his father’s funeral was today and cringed at my choice of words.  “Listen, Trent, I just want to say thanks for coming with me yesterday.  I never would have found that cabin if you hadn’t been there.”

“It was my pleasure,” he said quietly.  “I never would have forgiven myself if I’d let you wander off alone and something had happened to you.”