Christmas with a Soldier (Soldier Series Romance Novellas) by Makenna Jameison Read Free Book Online Page A

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