Christmas with a Soldier (Soldier Series Romance Novellas) (6 page)

The room was dimly lit
from the white lights on the Christmas tree, and I loved the way a warm glow was cast about the room.  It created a magical, romantic atmosphere.  Trent sat down on the sofa, with me straddling him, and I felt a bulge beginning to form beneath his trousers.  “I take that back,” he said, his voice deep.  “Last night was pretty amazing, too.”  His hungry mouth met mine, his tongue pushing inside and exploring.  His fingers slid to the front of my delicate blouse, and he hastily unbuttoned it, accidentally knocking one button off in his eagerness.  His hands reached up to hold my breasts, and his fingers tugged at the cups of my bra, exposing my nipples.  He bent down, his mouth hot on my flesh, and he kissed first one nipple then the other, flicking his tongue quickly back and forth across each.  I let out a moan, and he slid his hands around my back, unhooking my bra to free my aching breasts.  He caressed them with his strong hands, grasping and kneading them with able fingers.

“Trent,” I moaned, as his thumbs grazed across each nipple.
  He kissed me again, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, and I felt the sensitive spot between my legs beginning to throb.  His hands soon moved down my abdomen, eagerly wanting to explore more of me.  They slid over my hips and then down the outside of my skirt, easily sliding under the fabric until his fingertips grazed the skin on my thighs.

“I want to make you feel nice,” he whispered huskily, suddenly turning and leaning me back against the
plush pillows on the sofa.  His eyes gazed at my bare breasts, and he planted a trail of kisses across them before lowering his head down to my thighs.  He pushed my skirt up and slid his fingers beneath the waist of my silky panties.  I took a sharp intake of breath as his knuckles grazed across my stomach, and I was already wet with arousal as he gently tugged my panties off.  He kissed me softly on my inner thigh, slowly moving higher and higher, until I was writhing under his touch.  His nose grazed across my mound, but rather than stopping there, he planted a few kisses down my other thigh, until at last he returned to where I was desperate for his touch.

Spreading my legs slightly farther apart, he slid his
thumb across my sensitive nub.  “Oh!” I cried out, barely able to contain myself at his touch.  He leaned down and slowly flicked his tongue across my clitoris, tickling me with pleasure.  I gasped and writhed again beneath him.  Pinning my thighs down with his strong arms, he held me in position and bent down again to satisfy me, his tongue gently caressing my most sensitive spot.  I groaned and thought I detected a pleased sound coming from him at my reaction.  He continued to tease me with his tongue, flicking it up and down over the fleshy nub and stopping just as I begin gasping.  “Trent,” I moaned, my face flushed from coming so close to orgasm.  “Don’t stop.”  He tasted me again then begin to speed up, his tongue moving faster and faster, each stroke building the heat burning inside of me, until at last he gave one final flutter over my sensitive nub, and I shouted out as I finally came.

“God, you are sexy,”
he muttered, slowly raising his head up to meet up gaze.  I panted as I looked at him, and I saw a satisfied look in his eyes, mixed in with desire of his own.  He planted slow kisses up my abdomen before reaching my breasts.  He paused there, paying them each due attention, as his fingers gently trailed up my sides.

“Let’s go upstairs,”
he said huskily.

“Okay,” I whispered back.

Before I could stand, he rose, scooping me into his strong arms.  Trent easily carried me up the stairs, and I worried for a moment that we might wake Hannah, but he was quiet as he carried me into the bedroom.  Placing me on the bed, Trent quickly undressed down to his boxers.  I slipped off my skirt, knowing I’d left the rest of my clothes abandoned on the living room floor.  Climbing into bed beside me, Trent pulled me into his arms.  We lay kissing in the darkness, my body pressed tightly against his.  He rolled us over so that he was on top of me and slid his hand down, over my waist and hip, coming to rest mid-thigh.  He softly ran his hand up and down along my bare skin, and I felt a familiar warmth growing inside of me at his touch.  Slowly Trent slid his hand back up again, and I gasped aloud as his thumb grazed the inside of my thigh.  He continued moving his hand higher until at last he was gently caressing me where his mouth had been only minutes before.

He paused to pull down his boxers, and I could see that he was as ready as I was.  He pulled a foil wrapper
from his pants pocket.  Swiftly putting on the condom, he lowered himself back down to me.  I reached out my hand to guide him, and as our bodies touched, he gently slid inside of me.  I gasped as I took him in, feeling his hardness and girth fill me up.  Trent kissed my neck and began slowly moving, and I wrapped my arms around his strong chest.  I could feel my body respond to his, remembering where we’d left off, and I moved in rhythm with him.  A warm feeling was growing inside of me, building from the core.  He began to move faster, his body thrusting into mine, until soon I was gasping again.  I clung onto him, feeling the heat wash over me, and as his manhood again pushed farther inside me, I couldn’t hold back any longer and cried out.

Trent
finished as well, grunting, before slowing his rhythm down and finally resting atop of me.  He kissed me tenderly on the lips before lifting himself off of me and rolling to my side.  He wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me close.  “I’m glad you rear-ended my Jeep yesterday,” he said with smile, reaching up to gently caress my cheek with the back of his hand.

“Me too,” I whispered.

“If it’s still okay, I’d like to spend Christmas with you tomorrow,” he said.

“I’d like that.”  Our eyes locked, and I could see the love and emotion filling his.  I leaned over and kissed him,
feeling completely content, not wanting to be anywhere other than by his side.

On Christmas morning I awoke to Hannah running into my bedroom.  I sat up in a panic, realizing that not only had I never finished wrapping her presents, but I also hadn’t set anything under the tree.  Looking around, I wondered where Trent was.  His clothes were gone, so he’d obviously dressed, and my clothes from last night were
neatly folded on the dresser.  At least Hannah wouldn’t see my clothing strewn about our living room.

“Mommy!
  Mommy!  Santa came!” she exclaimed, jumping up and down.

“Well, let me go and check, Sweetie,” I said
.  “Why don’t you wait here?”

“No, he did come, Mr. Trent told me!”

“Mr. Trent?  Where did you see him?”

“He was walking down our stairs.  He said to tell you he took care of everything.”

I looked at Hannah, puzzled, and climbed out of bed.  Grabbing my black silk robe, I slipped it on and took Hannah’s hand, quickly walking out into the hallway.  As we walked downstairs, I saw our Christmas tree aglow as we’d left it the night before.  But rather than encountering a tree with no presents underneath, as I’d feared, I was greeted by the sight of piles of gifts.  I’d left the remaining things for Hannah in my bedroom, along with rolls of wrapping paper, and somehow Trent had discovered them all.  He must have been up early this morning, wrapping the presents and putting them under the tree for me.  I’d been so exhausted that I hadn’t even heard him moving around in our small house.

We stepped into the living room, Hannah squealing with glee, and Trent walked out of the kitchen, a huge smile on his face.

“When did you do this?” I mouthed, looking at him over Hannah’s blonde curls.

“It can be our little secret,” he said, and I suddenly flushed, remembering that he’d said that same thing the first morning we’d woken up together.  This secret was so much better though, because rather than referring to just one night of unbridled passion, he’d helped me give Hannah a magical Christmas morning.  There was nothing better than seeing the wonder of Christmas through the eyes of a child, and I knew Trent was feeling that magic as well.

He walked across the room to me, his large frame filling up our small living room.  His brown eyes shone as he gazed down at me, and I felt my heartbeat quicken as he approached.  I could smell his spicy cologne as he stopped in front of me, and he bent down, brushing my lips with a tender kiss.

“Is Mr. Trent staying today?” Hannah asked, glancing up at us.

“He better be,” I said, playfully nudging him.

“Of course I’m staying, Hannah,” he said, grinning down at her.  He turned back to me and leaned closer, nuzzling my cheek.  “I have to leave in a few days, because I’m actually just here
for a short time.  But my annual R&R is coming up soon.  What do you say I plan to spend it with you and Hannah?”

“I couldn’t imagine anything better,” I replied, a smile spreading across my face.

Trent glanced up, a gleam coming to his eyes.  “I just realized we’re standing under the mistletoe,” he said mischievously.

“So kiss me,” I said, looking up at him through lowered lashes.

And he did.