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

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.

Epilogue
     
    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