A Marine for Christmas (Hearts Ablaze: Men in Uniform) (11 page)

He slowly kissed the side of her face, kissing each tear away.  As he kissed his way across her forehead, she closed her eyes, and in a moment he was gently kissing the tears off of her other cheek.

“Please forgive me,” he whispered, trailing his fingers gently up her neck and entwining them in her hair.

She tilted her head up to meet his gaze, seeing the devastation across his face.  She’d never seen him look so vulnerable before—Jason was th
is big, tough Marine, always seeming so strong.  “I’m sorry, too,” she said.  “I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you.”

He dipped his head down, tightening his grip in her hair, and slowly kissed her.  Amy kissed him back, running her hands up his muscular chest and locking them behind his neck.  Jason deepened the kiss, his tongue edging inside her mouth, tasting and discovering her there.
  When they finally came up for air, Amy was gasping against the wall.  Jason lowered his mouth to her neck, softly kissing and tasting before allowing his teeth to gently graze across her skin.  “Let’s go upstairs,” Amy said breathlessly.

Without even waiting for a response, Jason bent and scooped her up into his arms.  He slowly ascended the stairway, staring deep into her eyes and even ducking down for another kiss as he held her close.  The layout of their homes was exactly the same, and Jason turned, instinctively knowing the way to the master bedroom at the end of the hall.  He carefully laid Amy on the bed and then paused a moment, eyeing her meaningfully.  “I can’t stay all night—not tonight; I’ve got Brian.”

“I know,” she said, reaching out to pull Jason to her.  “It’s okay.”

He bent down, kissing her
softly as he slowly unbuttoned her pajama top.  As he undid each button, he kissed her flesh, slowly working his way down her abdomen.  When he finally reached her stomach he looked up, pushing her top open to reveal her breasts.  “Amy,” he breathed, softly kissing the underside of one breast as he worked his way up to her nipple.  He took it into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue lightly back and forth across it.

Amy felt a fluttering in her lower abdomen and a surge of moisture beneath her pajama bottoms.  As soon as Jason removed them, he’d see just how hot and ready for him she was.  He moved to her other breast, planting heated kisses all over before taking that nipple into his mouth.  He lightly tugged on it with his teeth before arousing her further with his tongue.  “Oh!” she gasped, feeling the pleasure shoot straight through her.

Jason pulled his shirt up and over his head, and once again she admired his wall of muscles.  He was pure male perfection, and right now he was doing all that he could to please and satisfy her.  He unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers.  She could immediately see him throbbing with need, and she reached down to assist him in taking her own pajama bottoms off.  Jason kissed her stomach, working his way back up her body until at last their tongues intertwined once more.  He slid a finger to her entrance, and discovering her already wet and ready, positioned himself.  He slowly inched his hard length inside.

Amy groaned as he filled her up, inch by amazing inch.  He moved slowly this time, seemingly in no hurry, and that made it all the more pleasurable and simultaneously unbearable.  She wanted him—now.  She needed him to soothe the ache building deep inside of her, to thrust deeply
into her and make her release.

Jason slowly ground into her, and she wrapped her arms around him,
moaning his name.  His hips worked their own magic, allowing him to penetrate her deeply as he repeatedly rubbed the base of his penis up against her clit.  She gasped, and just when she thought she could no longer bear it, he sped up, powerfully thrusting into her until she was clinging to him and crying out his name.  He finished as well and collapsed on top of her, burying his face into her neck.

They
lay there like that for a moment in the darkness, Jason still inside of her.  “I don’t want to leave you,” he said sadly.

“I don’t want you to either.”

He finally pulled out and bent down to kiss her.  “Mrs. Jones is watching Brian.  I said I’d be back in less than an hour.”

“It’s okay—just go.  We’ll see each other soon.”

Jason kissed her once more and then slowly got dressed.  Amy pulled on her robe to walk him out, and Jason took her hand as they went to the front door.  In a flash she realized they’d kissed and had sex plenty of times, but they’d never done something as simple as hold hands.  It felt nice.  As they reached the front hall, Jason raised her hand to his lips.  “I’ll call you in ten minutes, okay?  I just need to thank Mrs. Jones for watching Brian.”

“What did you tell her anyway?”

“That you were upset and I needed to talk to you.”

“She already thinks we’re a couple.”

Jason raised his eyebrows.  “How so?”

“That night you drove me home from the restaurant—she spotted you standing in my driveway.”

Jason grinned and bent down to kiss her again.  He pulled on his jacket and went back out the front door.  Amy smiled as he left, actually looking forward to his call this time.  She went into the living room and turned off the TV that had been left on all this time and folded the blanket back up.  A few minutes later there was a knock on the door, and she wondered what Jason had forgotten.  She opened the door and was shocked to see him standing there with his sleeping son in his arms.  Amy stepped to the side and let them walk in, watching Jason carry Brian over to her sofa.  He’d been wrapped in a blanket, but Amy added the one she’d been using earlier as well to make sure he stayed warm.

“I can’t believe you came back,” Amy whispered, guiding Jason over to the kitchen
so they wouldn’t wake Brian.

“I didn’t want to leave you,”
he said sincerely, his blue eyes bright with emotion.

Amy smiled and stood up on her tiptoes, running her hands over the dark stubble on his cheeks and pulling him close for a kiss.
  Jason wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled down at her.  “So I know we still haven’t gone out on a proper date yet…but Christmas is only two weeks away.  What should I get you?”

“I don’t need anything for Christmas” she said, shaking her head. 
“Just you.”

“A Marine for Christmas,” he mused, a gleam in his eyes.

“That sounds perfect to me.”

“Done,” he said with a grin.  “There is one more thing I was wondering though
….”

“What’s that?”

“Are you wearing anything under that robe?”

Amy laughed and grinned up at him. 
“Nope.”

“I may have to check this out for myself,” he mumbled, ducking his head down for a kiss.

“So don’t I get to ask what you want for Christmas?” Amy said between kisses as Jason guided her toward the stairs.

“I don’t need anything either.
”

“Nothing?” she teased.

“Nope.  I already have you.”

Makenna
Jameison is the author of the Soldier Series Romance Novellas, including the bestselling
Christmas with a Soldier,
and the new series, HEARTS ABLAZE: Men in Uniform.  She grew up dreaming of writing, is an avid reader, and lives in Washington, DC with her husband and daughter. 

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I sighed as I saw the black Jeep blocking the narrow road in front of me.  Its hazard lights were flashing, blinking a warm yellow, but it was hard to see much else with the snow quickly falling.  The sudden storm had come out of nowhere, and I hoped it would quickly pass so that I could make it home in time for dinner.  My five-year-old daughter Hannah was staying at my parents’ house this afternoon while I finished my Christmas shopping, and I’d promised her a special evening.  We had plans to bake Christmas cookies, decorate our tree, and watch some of our favorite holiday movies.  I’d planned to pick her up by 4:00, and it was already 3:30 now.  The sudden snowfall, plus whatever was causing the delay in front of me, was already throwing a wrench in my plans.

I turned down the Christmas music playing on my stereo, trying to concentrate as I navigated the slippery road.  Should I drive around the Jeep?  Pull up behind it and find out what was going on?  If the bridge up ahead was icy, I wouldn’t have much chance of getting by either.  If there was an accident blocking access, then I really would be in trouble.  It would take a couple of hours to navigate the winding country roads back out to the freeway and approach town from another direction.  I could always abandon my car and trek through the woods, finding a spot where the creek was narrow enough to cross, and make my way back to the road leading into town.  I’d have to call someone to pick me up though, and I didn’t really want my parents driving out with Hannah to come get me in this weather.

Finally deciding that it would be better just to stop and see what was going on, I gently applied the brakes.  My car slid even as it slowed down, and I felt the anti-lock brakes pumping beneath my foot.  The noise and motion of it startled me, and I let my foot up ever so slightly, causing my car to slide right into the Jeep.

“Damn it,” I muttered to myself.  My car’s bumper had barely grazed the Jeep’s, and I doubted there was any damage, but now I was going to have to get out in the cold to look at it with the other driver.  I pulled the key from the ignition and wrapped my red scarf around my neck.  Glancing in the rearview mirror, I ran a hand through my long blonde hair, which hung just past my shoulders.  My cheeks were flushed from the heat I had cranked up in the car, and my blue eyes were wide and alert.

The brisk air bit into me as I stepped outside, and despite the snow still falling, I could tell that it was starting to slightly let up.  A few snowflakes landed in my hair, and I brushed them off.  I stomped my brown leather boots on the ground, looking at the imprint the sole left on the thin layer of snow, and zipped up my black down jacket as I walked toward the Jeep.

As I approached the vehicle, I saw that despite the hazard lights being left on, no one was actually inside. 
That’s strange
, I thought.  Maybe they had car trouble and had started walking on foot when no other cars came by.  I looked up into the distance, and my heart fell as I saw the reason they hadn’t been able to continue: a large tree had fallen across the bridge, blocking access in both directions.  I really would have to walk through the woods if I wanted to get home to Hannah at a reasonable hour.

I was just getting ready to head back to my car to grab my cell phone when I noticed a man walking toward me from the bridge.  He was pushing through some of the branches of the fallen tree, apparently on his way back after attempting in vain to get by.  I assumed he was the missing owner of the Jeep and stood there watching as he approached.  He was wearing fatigues and black combat boots and looked to be at least six feet tall.  With broad shoulders and an athletic frame, I could tell that he was in excellent shape.  His dark hair was cropped in the standard
military fashion, and his chiseled face was set in hard lines as he gazed at me.  I wondered if he noticed that my car had slid into his and suddenly felt myself flushing.  Nothing like explaining to a handsome stranger that I’d accidently rear-ended him in the icy conditions.

“You better turn around; the bridge is out,” he called out to me in a gruff voice.

A few snow flurries continued to fall, and he shook his head, brushing the snow off himself as he approached.

“I know, I just noticed.  I was actually looking for you though because I accidentally rear-ended your Jeep.”

He walked the remaining twenty feet to where I stood, his dark brown eyes narrowing.  “You’ve got to be kidding me.  As if I needed another problem today.”  He brushed past me, walking over instead to inspect where our car fenders connected.

I awkwardly stepped back, letting him examine the damage.  “I’m really sorry,” I said.  “I slowed down, and the anti-lock brakes came on, and I got a little startled by the whole thing.”

“You’re not supposed to pump the brakes,” he said exasperatedly.

“I didn’t.  I mean, I’m sorry, but I don’t think there’s any damage.”

He continued looking at his vehicle and then finally fixed his dark eyes on me.  He had dark stubble covering his face, like he hadn’t shaved this morning, and his eyes looked a little tired despite the harshness in them.  His mouth was set in a firm line, and I couldn’t quite tell if he was angry or just indifferent.  There were no military bases near our small town, and I wondered why he was wearing fatigues.  Was he here on official business?  Or maybe just visiting someone?  He finally seemed to realize that he hadn’t responded to me, and he cleared his throat.  “Look, just forget about it.  I’ve got enough on my mind without dealing with you, too.”

I narrowed my eyes slightly, taken aback, confusion flickering across my face. 
Dealing with me, too?  What a jerk,
I thought.  It’s not like I’d intended to get into a car accident this afternoon.  And it’s not my fault that he’d stopped and abandoned his car in the middle of the road.  If he wanted to go check out the bridge, he should have at least pulled off the road first.

“Whatever,” I said, holding my hands up in defeat.  I turned back to my car, and as he stepped away, a piece of paper fluttered to the ground.

He walked off in such haste that he was already pulling open his door as I bent down to retrieve it.  “Hey!” I called out after him.

“What?” he snapped, turning back to
me.

I instinctively stepped back, the paper still in my hand.

“Where did you get that?” he asked angrily.

“You just dropped it,” I replied, looking warily at him.

He walked back over, this time stopping directly in front of me.  He was 6’1” and towered over my small frame.  My eyes ran up over his broad chest and shoulders, memorized the lines of his strong jaw, and eventually met his gaze.  Although his eyes seemed to soften slightly as he took in my expression, I started to feel slightly concerned.  Although this road led back to town, there were no other cars in sight.  Of course, no one could come from the opposite direction, leaving town, with the tree blocking the bridge.  There could be a whole traffic jam on the other side of it for all I knew.  I was stranded out here with a complete stranger, one who seemed to be a bit of a jerk at that—a handsome jerk, but not that it mattered.  I needed to get going and didn’t want to waste another minute figuring out what his problem was.

“Here,” I said, thrusting the paper at him without even glancing at it.  “Have a nice life.”  I turned and walked back to my car, angrily climbing inside the driver’s seat.  I watched as he shoved the paper in his pocket and walked away.  “What a jerk,”
I muttered to myself.  I grabbed my cell phone from the dashboard and realized that I didn’t have any reception. 
Great, just great,
I thought.  The sensible thing to do would be to turn around and drive to the highway.  I’d certainly get reception from there, and I could call my parents and tell them I’d be there to pick up Hannah in a couple of hours.  I hated the idea of disappointing Hannah, though.  She’d so been looking forward to our evening together.  I could just pull off the road and leave my car here, take a quick twenty-minute hike through the woods, then call someone to pick me up when I reached the road from the other side of the creek.  Hannah and I could still have our mother/daughter evening together, and I could come back to retrieve my car tomorrow.

Deciding the latter would be my
plan, I quickly gathered a few of my things and stuffed them into my backpack.  I’d leave the Christmas presents that I’d purchased in my trunk, but some of the things I’d picked up for Hannah and me to use tonight made it into my pile of what to bring with me: sugar cookies, frosting, and sprinkles for our cookie decorating; a tin of chocolate shavings for making our special homemade hot cocoa, and candy canes that we’d use when decorating our tree.  I tossed in a bottle of water and finally added my small purse, containing my wallet and cell phone.

Opening my door to get out, I noticed that the mysterious solider still hadn’t left either.  He’d pulled up a few feet though, probably as eager to get out of here as I was.  I decided it wasn’t really my problem what he did, and I quickly walked around my car to head into the woods.  With any luck, in twenty minutes I’d be in my parents’ warm car, riding home to Hannah.

“What are you doing?” the soldier’s angry voice called out.  I heard him slam his door and come stomping toward me.

I wheeled around to face him, annoyed that he was still even here.  His dark eyes blazed as he looked at me, and I wondered why on earth he cared where I was going.  “Cutting through the woods,” I said shortly.  “So like I said earlier, have a nice life.  Goodbye.”

“You can’t cut through there,” he said in disbelief.

“Uh, sure I can.  And what’s it to you anyway?  You told me you have enough problems to deal with.”

“I’m not letting you run off and get lost in the woods.”

I laughed, thinking this guy really was crazy.  A few minutes ago he’d wanted nothing to do with me, and now he was suddenly concerned about my wandering off alone.

“I’ll be fine,” I said, rolling my eyes as I turned away.

“Then I’m coming with you.”

“You are not coming with me,” I said, glaring at him.

It was his turn to look slightly confused.  “Look, I figure you
’ll need help finding your way through the forest.  I need to get into town tonight also.  We’ll make our way back to the road, then each be on our way.  You’ll never have to see me again.”

I sighed, exasperated.  “Look, I’m not letting some strange man come traipsing through the woods with me.  You could be some serial killer for all I know. 
Or maybe just a complete lunatic.  I’m in kind of a hurry here, so for the last time, goodbye.”

A slight smile tugged at his lips, and I could tell that he was trying not to laugh at me. 
Annoying, cocky, and handsome,
I thought to myself. 
Perfect. 
“Well I’m glad you find it so funny,” I said, sulking.

“Wait here,” he said, starting to turn away.  “I want to show you something.”  He jogged back to his Jeep and pulled out his gear.  It certainly looked like he had every intention of following me.  Both our cars were here, so they could probably trace his plates if something did
happen.  But really, I knew better than to wander off with some random stranger.  It looked like I was going to have to make the long drive after all.

He grabbed a newspaper from his front seat before slamming the door shut and walking back to me.  With his long stride, he quickly made it back to my side.  “Here you go,” he said, tossing the newspaper at me.

I looked at it, confused, then glanced back up at him.

“Open it up.  That’s all you need to know.”

Curiosity getting the better of me, I unrolled the paper, glancing at the front page.  In bold, black letters, the headline jumped out at me.  “Local Hero Returns Home.”  Underneath was a picture of my mystery man, along with the caption, “Local Soldier Trent Harrison Returns Home After Saving Comrades in Afghanistan.”  I stared at it, dumbfounded, until Trent reached over and grabbed the paper back from me.

“See?  I’m not a psychopath or a serial killer; I’m just a soldier on my way home.”

The snow had stopped falling at this point, but the cold, dry air left me chilled to the bone.  It’d be warmer if we got moving, and the less time we spent standing around arguing, the sooner we’d be home.  Since he obviously wasn’t really a threat, I might as well let him come along.  He’d probably have better luck finding the way through the woods than me since I’d never so much as even been camping before.  He probably knew all sorts of survival techniques for the wilderness, so a quick hike would be a walk in the woods (ha!) for him.

“Fine,” I said, giving in.  “You can come with me.  I’m Meghan, by the way.”

“Trent,” he said, reaching out and engulfing my hand in his.  His large hand felt warm despite the chill, and I wondered how he wasn’t freezing to death out here, too.  Before I could say anything else, he quickly released my hand, his face returning to stone, and turned to walk toward the woods.  I silently followed behind him, hoping that I wasn’t making a big mistake.

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