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Authors: Sandra Marton
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Military, Contemporary Fiction, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages)
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city streets and the park far below them.
He sipped his brandy.
She looked at hers, then set it aside.
“Another hour,” she said softly, “will be the day before Christmas. Christmas Eve Day. And in another few hours…” She put her hand against his heart. “I wish I had a gift for you.”
“You’re all the gift I could ever want. Even that scarlet ribbon at your waist… I don’t think anyone ever created a more beautiful Chistmas wrapping.”
“Then unwrap me,” she said. “And make love to me this one last time.”
“Don’t,” he said sharply. “Don’t say that. Don’t think it. I’ll find a way, sweetheart. I promise, I’ll find—”
She put her hand lightly over his mouth.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
Kaz put down his glass. He kissed her slowly. Tenderly. Then, his eyes never leaving hers, he untied the bow at her waist, let the satin ribbon slide through his fingers before letting it fall to the floor.
Another gentle kiss.
Then he turned her so that her back was to him, nuzzled aside her hair and kissed the nape of her neck.
Her soft moan of pleasure radiated through him.
Slowly, he undid what seemed like a thousand and one indescribably tiny hooks and eyes, pressing his lips to each bit of bare skin as he unveiled it. The gown fell to her waist. To her feet. He helped her step free of it and then he turned her toward him again.
The sight of her almost stopped his heart.
She was more than beautiful. She was exquisite.
Spike-heeled gold sandals. Stockings that stopped at her slender thighs. A black lace thong with a tiny scarlet bow at each hip.
No bra.
Only her lovely, uptilted breasts with their pale apricot nipples, just begging for the heat of his mouth.
But first…but first…
Kaz dropped to his knees. Kissed her ankles. The soft skin behind her knees. She sighed his name as he cupped her hips and brought his face to the soft golden curls at the juncture of her thighs.
He blew gently against those lovely curls.
And found her with his mouth.
She tasted of everything sweet and perfect and when she came, when he tasted her essence on his tongue, he knew there could not be anything more wonderful than this…
Except, perhaps, the feel of her in his embrace as he rose and swept her into his arms.
The taste of her lips as he kissed her.
The softness of her voice as she whispered of her need for him.
He carried her to one of the big white sofas. Placed her on it. Took off his jacket, toed off his shoes, unzipped his trousers while she watched.
“Hurry,” she said, and he cursed, tore off the trousers, his socks, his boxer briefs, and came down to her.
She wrapped him in her arms.
He slid his hands under her.
“Look at me, Ekaterina,” he commanded.
And he entered her.
She moaned.
Long, slow strokes. Silken strokes. Strokes of silk over steel.
“Katie,” he whispered, and she looked into his eyes and smiled, and what he saw in her eyes was in his heart. “Katie,” he said again, and together, they flew into a midnight sky ablaze with stars.
CHAPTER NINE
E ventually, they made their way upstairs, to his bed, where they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Kaz woke a couple of hours later and knew he would not get back to sleep again.
Katie was restless, tossing in her sleep, murmuring words he couldn’t understand. He knew it had to be the stress of knowing what tomorrow would bring and knew, too, that he could not, would not let what had been arranged for tomorrow take place.
He moved carefully, slowly, until he could sit up without waking her. Then he bent down and brushed a kiss over her tangled hair, stepped into the dressing room just long enough to grab a pair of sweatpants, and started for the door, pausing at the last second to go back and scoop his cell phone from the night table.
He headed downstairs.
He needed a plan, one that would salve Katie’s conscience about her dying mother even as it forced both her father and his
He sipped his brandy.
She looked at hers, then set it aside.
“Another hour,” she said softly, “will be the day before Christmas. Christmas Eve Day. And in another few hours…” She put her hand against his heart. “I wish I had a gift for you.”
“You’re all the gift I could ever want. Even that scarlet ribbon at your waist… I don’t think anyone ever created a more beautiful Chistmas wrapping.”
“Then unwrap me,” she said. “And make love to me this one last time.”
“Don’t,” he said sharply. “Don’t say that. Don’t think it. I’ll find a way, sweetheart. I promise, I’ll find—”
She put her hand lightly over his mouth.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
Kaz put down his glass. He kissed her slowly. Tenderly. Then, his eyes never leaving hers, he untied the bow at her waist, let the satin ribbon slide through his fingers before letting it fall to the floor.
Another gentle kiss.
Then he turned her so that her back was to him, nuzzled aside her hair and kissed the nape of her neck.
Her soft moan of pleasure radiated through him.
Slowly, he undid what seemed like a thousand and one indescribably tiny hooks and eyes, pressing his lips to each bit of bare skin as he unveiled it. The gown fell to her waist. To her feet. He helped her step free of it and then he turned her toward him again.
The sight of her almost stopped his heart.
She was more than beautiful. She was exquisite.
Spike-heeled gold sandals. Stockings that stopped at her slender thighs. A black lace thong with a tiny scarlet bow at each hip.
No bra.
Only her lovely, uptilted breasts with their pale apricot nipples, just begging for the heat of his mouth.
But first…but first…
Kaz dropped to his knees. Kissed her ankles. The soft skin behind her knees. She sighed his name as he cupped her hips and brought his face to the soft golden curls at the juncture of her thighs.
He blew gently against those lovely curls.
And found her with his mouth.
She tasted of everything sweet and perfect and when she came, when he tasted her essence on his tongue, he knew there could not be anything more wonderful than this…
Except, perhaps, the feel of her in his embrace as he rose and swept her into his arms.
The taste of her lips as he kissed her.
The softness of her voice as she whispered of her need for him.
He carried her to one of the big white sofas. Placed her on it. Took off his jacket, toed off his shoes, unzipped his trousers while she watched.
“Hurry,” she said, and he cursed, tore off the trousers, his socks, his boxer briefs, and came down to her.
She wrapped him in her arms.
He slid his hands under her.
“Look at me, Ekaterina,” he commanded.
And he entered her.
She moaned.
Long, slow strokes. Silken strokes. Strokes of silk over steel.
“Katie,” he whispered, and she looked into his eyes and smiled, and what he saw in her eyes was in his heart. “Katie,” he said again, and together, they flew into a midnight sky ablaze with stars.
CHAPTER NINE
E ventually, they made their way upstairs, to his bed, where they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Kaz woke a couple of hours later and knew he would not get back to sleep again.
Katie was restless, tossing in her sleep, murmuring words he couldn’t understand. He knew it had to be the stress of knowing what tomorrow would bring and knew, too, that he could not, would not let what had been arranged for tomorrow take place.
He moved carefully, slowly, until he could sit up without waking her. Then he bent down and brushed a kiss over her tangled hair, stepped into the dressing room just long enough to grab a pair of sweatpants, and started for the door, pausing at the last second to go back and scoop his cell phone from the night table.
He headed downstairs.
He needed a plan, one that would salve Katie’s conscience about her dying mother even as it forced both her father and his
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