Valentine from a Soldier (9 page)

He
gently caressed my cheek with his muscular hand
.  “You are so beautiful,” he murm
ured
.  He kissed me again, and his strong fingers slid beneath one slinky spaghetti strap of my dress.  He gently ran his fingers up and down over my skin, as if he wasn’t sure if he should continue or if I would le
t him.  I met his eyes, and he slowly
lowered his mouth to my chest, softly kissing me along the tops of my breasts.  I sighed
contentedly
, closing my eyes as I felt his warm breath
and soft lips against my skin.

“I’ve wanted to touch you all night,” he said
huskily
. 
He reached down and unzipped the side zipper of my dress, helping me to slip the straps off my shoulders.  The red satin confection
fell
to the ground, leaving me standing in my
black
strapless bra and
black lace
panties.
  “God, you’re so sexy,” he murmured.

Ryan quickly took off his uniform, undressing down to only his boxers, and
he
lifted me up into his strong arms.
  I could see his erection already forming and was dying to feel him inside me again.  He placed me onto the bed
and climbed in beside me, his warm body pressed tightly against mine as we kissed.  He reached around my back and
unhooked my bra, kissing my breasts tenderly again and again. 
One
hand slid down
until he was caressing me through my
lace
panties.  “Is this okay?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I gasped, as he found my sweet spot.

After a moment he pulled my panties down
, and his fingers moved through my folds.  “God, you are so wet,” he muttered.  His fingers trailed upward until he found my fleshy nub, and he began to trace in slow circles.  I could already feel a warmth building inside of me, and I gasped as he slightly sped up his movement.  “I want to taste you,” he murmured.  I arched my back up suddenly, the memory of him going down on me a week ago seared into my brain.

He moved down my body, and positioning himself between my legs, lowered his mouth and gently licked me with his tongue.  I writhed under his touch, not sure how much longer I would be able to contain myself
with his delicate caress
. 
Ryan
gripped my thighs and pushed each leg up and over his strong shoulders, opening me up even further to him.  He lowered his mouth again, and after teasingly moving his tongue up and down, began to suck on my clit
oris
.  I gasped and whimpered, unable to move in this position.  It was unbelievable that such a big, strong man was able to give
me
such sweet pleasure.  He didn’t let up, and I could feel
the heat burning through me until I was
spiraling out of control
,
crying out again and again.

Kissing me one last time, he
eased
my legs off of his shoulders.  Kneeling between my widespread legs, he pulled a condom on over his throbbing manhood.  Ryan kissed his way back up my abdomen, until his lips met with mine and his penis was pushing
up
against my mound.  I reached down to guide him inside
me
, and my breath caught as his length and girth filled me up.  Ryan hovered above me
, gazing into my eyes and softly kissing my lips as he began to move.  The slow, steady pace of him filling me up, sliding in inch-by-inch and then back out again, was getting me aroused once more.  I gasped as
h
e thrust slightly deeper and the base of his penis met with my sensitive nub.
  Ryan kissed me again, his tongue pushing inside of my mouth.  I ached for him to make me come again, releasing the tension building up inside of me, and he beg
a
n to pick up sped, his mouth stopping any moans that were coming from mine.
  I gasped again as he thrust harder, and as I clutched onto his strong shoulder
s, I finally cried out his name.

Ryan finished as well and pulled me into his strong arms
, his hard chest pressed against my back.
  The light from the candles danced around the room, and I could smell the scent of
the
rose petals as I lay there content in his embrace.
  His fingers lightly trailed over my breast, and I thought I could never get enough of the feel of his touch on my skin.
 
“I know the sight-seeing in San Francisco never worked out, but I was thinking maybe we could try Chicago instead,” Ryan whispered in my ear.

“
Mmmm
…that sounds
good.
”

“So
what do you say we stay in bed all day tomorrow and
then
you can show me around next weekend
?”
he
asked
.

“
Next weekend?”
I
repeated
, turning
around
to face him.  “You’ll be back already?”

He grinned as he took in the expression on my face. 
“I was kind of thinking of sticking around.  Now that I’ve finished my third tour of duty, I’m going
to try out civilian
life for a change
.”

“In Chicago.”
  A smile played on my lips,
and I was
amazed that he’d really move here for me.

“Only if you’ll have me.”

I happily kissed him, my hands running over the chiseled features on his face as I held him to me.
  “That sounds perfect,” I whispered.

“You didn’t say anything about the first part of the plan
.
”

“The first part?”
I asked, confused.

“Staying in bed all day tomorrow,” he replied with a gleam in his blue eyes.

“Why wait until tomorrow?” I asked.  “Let’s stay in bed all weekend starting right…now.”

He rolled over and pounced, pinning me down as he kissed my lips, my neck,
my
chest.  I closed my eyes
and gasped
as
the feeling of his mouth
everywhere overwhelmed
me.

“Oh, and Sarah?” he asked, his voice deep.  I looked up at him, seeing the smile on his face
and twinkle in his eyes
. 
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Makenna
Jameison
is author of the bestselling
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the first book in
the Soldier Series Romance Novellas.  Look for more of her stories coming soon!

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I sighed as I saw the black Jeep blocking the narrow road in front of me.  Its hazard lights were flashing, blinking a warm yellow, but it was hard to see much else with the snow quickly falling.  The sudden storm had come out of nowhere, and I hoped it would quickly pass so that I could make it home in time for dinner.  My five-year-old daughter Hannah was staying at my parents’ house this afternoon while I finished my Christmas shopping, and I’d promised her a special evening.  We had plans to bake Christmas cookies, decorate our tree, and watch some of our favorite holiday movies.  I’d planned to pick her up by 4:00, and it was already 3:30 now.  The sudden snowfall, plus whatever was causing the delay in front of me, was already throwing a wrench in my plans.

I turned down the Christmas music playing on my stereo, trying to concentrate as I navigated the slippery road.  Should I drive around the Jeep?  Pull up behind it and find out what was going on?  If the bridge up ahead was icy, I wouldn’t have much chance of getting by either.  If there was an accident blocking access, th
e
n I really would be in trouble.  It would take a couple of hours to navigate the winding country roads back out to the freeway and approach town from another direction.  I could always abandon my car and trek through the woods, finding a spot where the creek was narrow enough to cross, and make my way back to the road leading into town.  I’d have to call someone to pick me up though, and I didn’t really want my parents driving out with Hannah to come get me in this weather.

Finally deciding that it would be better just to stop and see what was going on, I gently applied the brakes.  My car slid even as it slowed down, and I felt the anti-lock brakes pumping beneath my foot.  The noise and motion of it startled me, and I let my foot up ever so slightly, causing my car to slide right into the Jeep.

“Damn it,” I muttered to myself.  My car’s bumper had barely grazed the Jeep’s, and I doubted there was any damage, but now I was going to have to get out in the cold to look at it with the other driver.  I pulled the key from the ignition and wrapped my red scarf around my neck.  Glancing in the rearview mirror, I ran a hand through my long blonde hair, which hung just past my shoulders.  My cheeks were flushed from the heat I had cranked up in the car, and my blue eyes were wide and alert.

The brisk air bit into me as I stepped outside, and despite the snow still falling, I could tell that it was starting to slightly let up.  A few snowflakes landed in my hair, and I brushed them off.  I stomped my brown leather boots on the ground, looking at the imprint the sole left on the thin layer of snow, and zipped up my black down jacket as I walked toward the Jeep.

As I approached the vehicle, I saw that despite the hazard lights being left on, no one was actually inside. 
That’s strange
, I thought.  Maybe they had car trouble and had started walking on foot when no other cars came by.  I looked up into the distance, and my heart fell as I saw the reason they hadn’t been able to continue: a large tree had fallen across the bridge, blocking access in both directions.  I really would have to walk through the woods if I wanted to get home to Hannah at a reasonable hour.

I was just getting ready to head back to my car to grab my cell phone when I noticed a man walking toward me from the bridge.  He was pushing through some of the branches of the fallen tree, apparently on his way back after attempting in vain to get by.  I assumed he was the missing owner of the Jeep and stood there watching as he approached.  He was wearing fatigues and black combat boots and looked to be at least six feet tall.  With broad shoulders and an athletic frame, I could tell that he was in excellent shape.  His dark hair was cropped in the
standard military fashion, and his chiseled face was set in hard lines as he gazed at me.  I wondered if he noticed that my car had slid into his and suddenly felt myself flushing.  Nothing like explaining to a handsome stranger that I’d accidently rear-ended him in the icy conditions.

“You better turn around; the bridge is out,” he called out to me in a gruff voice.

A few snow flurries continued to fall, and he shook his head, brushing the snow off himself as he approached.

“I know, I just noticed.  I was actually looking for you though because I accidentally rear-ended your Jeep.”

He walked the remaining twenty feet to where I stood, his dark brown eyes narrowing.  “You’ve got to be kidding me. 
As if I needed another problem today.”
  He brushed past me, walking over instead to inspect where our car fenders connected.