A Soldier's Christmas (11 page)

“What you said to your mom, let’s just
forget about it, can you do that?” Logan asked her as soon as the door to their
room closed.

Emma took her jacket off, sat in one of the
caramel-colored chairs by the window and stared outside, not really seeing anything.
“I can’t say that I forgive her, Logan. I wish I could but, at the moment, I
just can’t. What she did was so wrong, and as much as I want to walk away with
everything forgotten, I’m not sure I have that in me.” She turned and met his
gaze,
her’s blurred with the tears on her lashes.

Logan knelt in front of her and took hold
of her hands. “I understand. Although I told her that I’d forgive her, it isn’t
something that I’ll ever forget. The fact is though, that we’re together now
and I have no intention of ever leaving you. I don’t have any more deployments
and the time to me being free will fast approach, and then I’m going to be
all
yours. I think we need a week on a
deserted island.
Just the two of us.
Naked the whole
time, and between sex, sex and more sex, we can decide on where we want to
live.”

Emma rolled her eyes and chuckled. “I know
what you’re doing, Mr. Logan. You’re trying to lift the gloom that has settled
over me, and it’s working because I like the idea of sex, sex and more sex.”
She waggled her brows.

Logan laughed. “So do I but, right now, I
want to take a nap with you in my arms...think you’ve zapped all my energy with
how demanding you are.” He dropped to the bed and kicked his boots off to land
on the floor.

“Me demanding, huh?” Emma stood over him
with her hands on her hips.

She looked so beautiful that his heart
caught in his chest. Reaching out, he pulled her down on top of him.

Once he had her settled so that he could
spoon behind her, he nuzzled into her neck. “No more demanding than me,” he
admitted. “I’ve been without you for too long, so I want everything right now.”

“Mmm, I feel the same way. But we’re going
to be together from now on, which fills me with happiness...and I’m actually
feeling drowsy now.”

“Go to sleep, babe, and then we’ll wake up
and get ready for the town dance.”

“Hmm mmm.”

“At the dance I’m going to corner my
brother,” Emma stated while she inserted the diamond studs into her ears.
“He’ll be there. He always is.”

“What if he admits that the rest of your
family knows about your writing?” Logan asked, fastening his newly pressed
shirt.

“They don’t. If they did, then Bree and
Gabe would have said something. There is no way they’d have been able to keep
it quiet.” Emma moved and stood in front of him, her hands caressing back and
forth on his chest. “I just want to know how he figured it out and when.”

“Okay.” He smiled at the woman he loved.
“You look heart stoppingly beautiful.” He cupped the back of her head and
brought her closer. Her lips were Christmas red, which sent his thoughts below
his belt.

She gave a throaty chuckle. “Oh, I know where
your mind went.” She teased him through his trousers with a finger. “You can
wait until later, and I’ll put more red lipstick on before I wrap my lips
around you.”

“Mmm, you aren’t helping.”

Emma reached up and kissed him, and when
she smiled her whole face lit up with delight. “I love you,” She wiped his lips
with her thumb, “and, just think, all this naughty package is yours.” Her hands
smoothed down her sides, and he caught his breath.

Two could play at that game. He grabbed her
hand and pressed her palm against his erection, which tented his trousers. “And
that, babe, is all yours.”

“Oh, wow. I think you should have worn
jeans.” She patted him, while he gulped back his desire for the tempting woman.

He chuckled and moved out of reach. “I’ll
be okay out in public. It’s while we’re alone that I don’t hold back what you
make me feel.”

Logan headed for the bathroom to check out
his reflection in the mirror, and sighed. He stared into the mirror until he
felt his erection had deflated enough to be descent.

He’d never had problems before, but then
again, he’d never met anyone like Emma before either. Her subtle scent would
waft toward his nose and he’d be instantly hard.

“Logan, you nearly ready?”

“I’m ready,” he answered, and stepped out
of the bathroom.

He inwardly groaned when she started to
give him a once over. “You need to stop eyeing me up, otherwise, everyone will
know exactly how you make me feel.”

“You’re like a randy teenager.” Emma rolled
her eyes and he laughed.

He was a few years short of forty so Emma
calling him a randy teenager felt good. “Any time, babe.”

“We better leave before I say to hell with
it, because I really want that sleigh ride with you.”

“Sleigh ride?” he questioned as Emma passed
him his jacket.

“Yeah. Dad always loans the sleigh that you
started to help him with yesterday to the town for the Winter Fest, and I so
want a ride with you on there.”

“Won’t you be cold?” He eyed her dress. It
fitted her like a second skin to her hips and then it floated down to mid calf.

“No. I have boots on. See?” She lifted her
skirt up and he swallowed his tongue.

She hadn’t lied about wearing boots, but
they were soft black leather and came above her knees. Her teasing continued as
she lifted her dress higher and he caught the lacy top of her thigh highs.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“More like lust,” he groaned. “You know how
to tease.” He smiled, and quickly moved to trap her between him and the wall.
“And when we get back later, I’m going to make you scream my name...and all
you’ll be wearing are the boots and these.” He smoothed his hand between the
lacy top and her skin, while his dick nudged against her black panties.

Before he put her back on her feet, he ran
his fingers inside the crotch of her panties. Her body pulsed with need and wet
his fingers. He pulled them back and met her gaze while he licked them clean.
“We need to leave. Now.”

“What?” she asked, dazed.

Logan grinned. “You taste amazing.”

“Dammit, Logan Richards.”

He laughed at the indignation on Emma’s
face. “Something wrong?”

“You’re going to leave me wet and aching
for you to fill me?”

How he managed to keep his feet firmly
planted on the floor was anyone’s guess, but he did. “I am.”

Her eyes narrowed and before he could work
out what she planned she lifted her skirt and slipped her panties down her
legs. She stepped out of them, and picking them up dangled them from a finger
in front of his nose before she shoved them into his trouser pocket.

His dick was about to punch through his
trousers to get to her, and all he could think about was pounding into her from
behind with her skirt shoved over her waist.

“I’m ready,” Emma called over her shoulder
with the door open. “You coming?” She smirked.

Fuck!

He grabbed her wrist and let the door close
them back inside the room.

“You need,” he held the panties in front of
her face, “to wear these. As turned on as I am with you bare beneath, I can’t
go out there and pretend I don’t want to lift your skirt and fuck you into oblivion...please,
Emma,” he begged, and dropped his forehead to hers.

Emma nodded her head. “Put them on me.”

Had she lost her mind? They had to leave
and getting up close and personal to her pussy was definitely not a good idea.

“Please,” she whispered.

He dropped to his knees and carefully
helped her step into the silk panties. He’d thought about teasing her, but knew
he was too turned on to tease. His pants were shrinking by the minute with Emma
being seductive. So he quickly pulled them up her thighs and tried to keep his
eyes averted when he reached her groin. He really did try, but his eyes
needed
to see, just one peek.

His hands shook on her hips as he finally
had the slip of silk in place, but he couldn’t move and tortured himself by
putting his lips to her mound.

“Oh God, Logan.” Emma slid her hands
through his hair. “I don’t think I should have teased us right now.”

“Mmm.” He inhaled, and wished he hadn’t as
her sexiness was pulled into his senses. “You smell delicious.” He kissed her
mound again and trailed kisses up to her belly. “Make me stop, Emma...we have
to go...
Emma…”

Emma tipped his head back and met his
hooded eyes. “Later,” she cleared her
throat,
“I want
you between my thighs.”

Logan got to his feet and felt light headed
with the aroma of arousal between them. “Yes.” His brain didn’t have the right
amount of blood to say anything else because it had all rushed south.

He’d never let anyone tease him like that
before. He sure as hell never lived as a monk, but fuck, she had him ready to
come while he was still fastened into his pants.

An hour into the dance, and he still had
sex on the brain. It wasn’t difficult considering every time he danced with
Emma, she’d constantly rub against him or nibble on his lobe, which was a trip wire
straight to his cock. She knew how to arouse him, and she knew how to keep him
in that
state
…she was killing him!

Any red-blooded guy would be permanently
horny with his little nympho for a girlfriend.

Hmm, that word described her to a ‘T’ right
then. Her horny little body twirled around the dance floor with her sister who
was nowhere near as graceful as Emma since her belly was large and swollen. He
would have thought Bree was ready to give birth at any moment, but everyone assured
him that she still had a few weeks to go. Her husband watched her closely and
Logan feared that he was watching Emma the same way.

“I so wish I wasn’t here tonight,” Travis
grouched as he took the seat beside him. “My sisters are trying like hell to
turn their guys on and I need bleach to unsee that.” Travis pointed to the
dance floor.

Logan chuckled into his beer. “Well, in the
interest of full disclosure, it’s working.”

“Shit,” he slammed his beer down, “you did
not go there.”

“Sorry man, but your sister is hot.”

Travis shook his head and kept his back to
the dance floor. “You’re a lot older than Emma, but I’m glad she followed her
heart. As much as I liked Seth, he wasn’t good for her, but I actually believe
that you are.”

Logan stayed silent, glad that he had her
brother’s approval. He knew that he didn’t need it because Emma was his, but it
was nice hearing that he had it.

“Nothing to say?” Travis watched him from
the corner of his eye.

“Thank you.” Logan shrugged as he finished
his beer. He watched the man beside him for a few minutes before he decided to
ask. “How long have you known about her writing?”

Travis nodded his head. “I knew that’s why
she’d been calling me, hence why I have yet to answer...I’ve known for a few
months.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m proud of her, Logan.
Really, damn proud of her.
She went after what she wanted
regardless of what Mom said about it. She did it without any support from us,
and that makes me sad. She should have had our support from the start, and I
wish I hadn’t forgotten all about it after she raised the subject one night
over dinner. I saw how crushed she was, but I had my own problems and forgot
about Emma’s dream. I hate myself for that.” Travis drained his beer, and added
with a smile that did reach his eyes, “I have all her books and I’ve read them
a couple of times. They’re good and I’m eagerly awaiting the next installment,
but don’t tell her that.”