Holiday at Magnolia Bay (Southern Born Christmas Book 1) by Tracy Solheim Read Free Book Online Page A

hypnotizing him as much as her rhythmic back rub. “My father is in the military, so I’m not a stranger to what combat can do to a person.”
    Yeah, but did she know what her touch was doing to him? Or where he wanted those sinful lips to go? He needed to get both of them out of there before he did something stupid. Like take her right there in the sand.
    “Drew, talk to me,” she pleaded as her hand slid over his back. “Tell me what to do.”
    Ignoring the warning bells going off in his head, he reached out and cupped a sandy hand behind her neck pulling her in closer. The hand on his back stilled, but Jenna didn’t resist him, leaning in until her mouth was a fraction away from his. “You could kiss me,” he said, trying not to sound as desperate as he felt.
    She arched a delicate eyebrow as their breath mingled in the salty night air.
    “Think of it as your patriotic duty, seeing how you’re a military brat,” he urged her.
    “Seriously? How many times have you used that line?”
    Drew took it as a very good sign that she was still sitting so close to him with her hand now tangled in his hood. “Actually, you’re the first. Most women don’t take a lot of persuading once they see the uniform.”
    She did roll her eyes at that but they were the only part of her that moved. “I don’t think I can kiss you after that sap,” those luscious lips finally said.
    “No problem, I’ll do all the kissing. You just sit back and enjoy the ride.”
    Mercifully, the sounds of battle had died down in his head and the only thing Drew heard was the sound of the ocean and Jenna’s soft sigh as he laid her down in the sand. He caught a brief glimpse of pity in her eyes before his mouth settled over the delicate skin on her neck, but he didn’t let her look stop him.
    She tasted like summer: fruity and warm. Thankfully her hand had begun to move again, skimming the back of his head while her other one made its way beneath his sweatshirt. He swallowed a groan as her fingers met his bare skin. Jenna shifted her hips in the sand, rolling them forward when his lips found the shell of her ear. His jeans were now unbearably tight.
    “Drew,” she sighed. “What are we doing?”
    He knew what he wanted to be doing, but answering her question meant he needed to engage his brain. Instead he kissed his way along the soft line of her jaw towards her mouth.
    “Do you want me to stop?” he murmured against the corner of her lips. She didn’t answer right away so he flexed his hips into hers. She let out a pleasant moan that he took as a green light, so he covered her mouth with his own.
    His tongue slid past her lips and he tried his damnedest to take things slow but the taste and feel of her was driving him crazy. Drew feasted on her mouth for what seemed like hours, and Jenna returned his attention with playful abandon. A breathy sound escaped the back of her throat and he pulled back only to have her tug him closer. Wrapping her legs around his thighs, she trailed her tongue along his and all Drew could hear now was the roar of blood leaving his brain and heading for his crotch. Her fingertips breached the waistband of his jeans, and he cupped her face between his hands.
    “Jenna,” he whispered, giving her head a slight shake.
    Her eyes slowly opened and Drew forced his gaze upwards from her swollen lips. Damn! The pity was still there. As much he wanted this right now, even in the sand, he couldn’t—wouldn’t—use Jenna like that. She was a compassionate woman, who likely would consider a pity fuck her patriotic duty. Not that she’d agreed to anything more than a few kisses, but things were getting way out of hand on his side of the sand.
    Drew swore savagely as he rolled off her. Grabbing the keys from the pocket of his painfully constricting jeans, he dropped them into Jenna’s stunned hand.
    “Go home, Jenna,” he growled. “Take the Jeep.” He heard her sit up behind him as he leaped to his