A Soldier's Christmas: I'll Be Home for Christmas\Presents Under the Tree\If Only in My Dreams by Leslie Kelly

Author:Leslie Kelly
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9780373797806
Publisher: Harlequin Blaze
Published: 2013-11-18T16:00:00+00:00

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HIS LIPS MET HERS and not a moment too soon.

Arianna had been dying for the feel of his lips on hers ever since the dizzying preview he’d given her back at the wedding chapel. Now, she received the kiss with as much finesse as a dieting woman scarfing a forbidden bit of chocolate.

Her arms went around his neck, pulling him closer, while his hands molded her hips to his, as if they could somehow consummate this thing without getting their clothes off.

“My God, I’ve missed you.” He spoke the words into her skin as he kissed his way along her cheek and down into the sensitive hollow of her neck. The sound vibrated along her nerve endings and made her shiver with want.

“I’ve missed you, too.” She combed her hands along his shoulders and down his chest to the zipper of his flight suit. She raked it south to expose his T-shirt. The skin-warmed cotton was sexier than silk sheets.

But his urgency turned her on like nothing else.

His hands found the buttons for her lace blouse and twisted them until he’d unfastened each one. Her necklace fell in a heavy skid of beads down the front of her, landing on the kitchen tiles. He walked her backward, skimming the sheer blouse off her shoulders and sliding his hands over her silk camisole, tugging down the straps so he could nip his way along her collarbone.

Sensations chased through her, one after the other, until her body all but vibrated with alternating shivers and flashes of heat. She arched and wriggled, helping him with her clothes until she wore nothing but a sheer, white bra and her red skirt. They had kissed and undressed their way to the living room, with Dylan losing only his shoes. His half-discarded flight suit clung to narrow hips and a damn fine butt.

He edged away to look at her, his gaze roaming the curve of small breasts that didn’t require much support. They weren’t showy, but Dylan didn’t seem to mind, plus the delicate size allowed her to wear extravagant Italian lingerie without concern for function.

“You like?” She teased, nudging one strap down her arm to start the slow slide of see-through lace down her left breast.

Dylan’s feral growl rumbled through her a second before he latched on to one tight peak, drawing hard on the taut nipple until her knees turned to liquid.

She fell into him, supporting herself by locking onto his broad biceps. Pleasure smoked through her at the feel of him against her. He was hard everywhere and she wanted nothing more than to mold herself to fit.

“I need to undress you.” She tugged ineffectually at the flight suit, her attention distracted by the ribbons of desire spiraling out from where his mouth fixed on her breast.

It had been so long. Way too freaking long.

“Amen to that.” He worked the front clasp of her bra and freed her from the skimpy lace, making it easy for her to shed it.

She reached for the waistband of her skirt, ready to ditch that, too, but he lightly restrained her hands.

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