Just One Drink by Charlotte Sloan Read Free Book Online Page B

slipped beneath the blankets and closed my eyes.
    And for so long, that was essentially how I passed my days. They seemed to span on forever, leaving me waiting impatiently for the return of his touch, of his warmth beside me in bed, of his arms squeezing me tightly and never letting go.
    I began to think it would never happen, that I was merely clinging onto hope for something that was a sheer impossibility. It really began to take its toll on me, and even in those fleeting moments when the two of us spoke to one another through webcam, I was left feeling so cut off from the man I loved that it might have been better not to have spoken with him at all.
    And then, suddenly, one day he was with me again.
    It had taken me completely off guard, surprising the hell out of me, and I was speechless at the sight of him standing there in front of the house, in full military regalia, and with a smile on his face that fully acknowledged his massive surprise.
    I thought, in my sheer puzzlement, that it must have been a mirage of some kind, and I waited with baited breath, anxious to see whether or not this could genuinely be the case.
    But then, God help me, he began to move forward, to step in my direction, to get nearer and nearer, and my heart began to race again. It was clear, as he moved toward me, that this was no simple mirage, and I felt myself losing feeling in my legs, not entirely sure how to respond to his looming presence as he came nearer and nearer and nearer, forever closer to touching down, and me still helpless and stupefied as to how the hell I should react. I felt nervous and insanely excited.
    But, for all my uncertainty, at the moment of his arrival, I found myself collapsing into his arms, falling into him, and more than willing to lose myself in the long forgotten warmth of his embrace. Tears began to flow in abundance, and I kissed him passionately, scarcely able to believe it was really him standing before me and, now that his touch had at last been restored to me, finding myself completely unable to satiate my appetite for him.
    “God... Oh God... I missed you so much...” I gasped through my tears.
    “God, I love you... I love you more than anything in the world...”
    Those were about the only things the two of us managed to speak to one another through the suction of our lips on one another, pressing and twisting and unable to pull ourselves apart, his taste something I missed even greater than I'd realized prior to now.
    My body suddenly ached for him, and I craved intimacy with him, needing to know beyond a doubt that he was really real, that everything I thought was happening was in fact true and tangible. Of course, there were so many questions buzzing through my mind as well- why hadn't he told me he was coming home?
    Had it simply been his goal to surprise me, and if so how long had he planned to do so? How long would he be staying, or would I have to say goodbye again just as quickly as I said hello?
    But for right now, all of that was secondary, and all of it seemed as though it could wait until the two of us had thoroughly reunited, in mind, in body, and in soul...
    Gasping, we hurled our bodies into the house, not even fully closing the door behind us in our excitement, but leaving it just slightly ajar as we paced our way through the halls. Bandit was jumping up and down beneath our feet as Danny spirited me away, and it occurred to me, in the back of my mind, that this place at last felt like a home again, after so long of feeling so hollow and so empty.
    My initial thought was that we were heading for the bedroom; however, Danny was steering me toward the bathroom instead, and I wasn't about to fight him over it.
    There, to Bandit's disappointment, we closed ourselves inside, and instantly he was on me harder and hotter than ever. He seized my ass and pulled it forward into his pelvis, so fiercely that I could feel the thickness of an erection digging into my stomach, and my breasts pooled up