Christmas Lovers (3 page)

Yeah right. And he was Santa Claus.

At the front door he noticed the erotic-shaped knocker made out of brass. Shaped like a woman’s breast. It made him smile and a little of his nervousness slipped away at the amusing sight. Grabbing the gold ring hanging off the plump metal nipple, he lifted the heavy breast and knocked a couple of times.

He waited.

No answer.

He knocked again. Still no answer.

Great. So much for a warm welcoming committee.

He tried the door handle that looked like a man’s penis and the door opened.
Well, here goes.

A blast of warm gingerbread-scented air greeted him as he lugged his small suitcase into the tiny foyer and shut the door behind him. When he turned around, his breath caught at the rustic sight.

The open design was simple. Log walls were stained a warm brown and chinked with cement. An overstuffed bright red leather sofa sat beneath a large arched window, which gave him a great glimpse of the miniature snowdrifts settling against the nightdarkened windowpanes. Guilt shifted through him the instant he spied a six foot Christmas tree standing near a wide set of wooden stairs that led to a loft.

Maybe he should have stayed back in Maryland and had Christmas with his brothers and parents? Nah, he didn’t want to coddled and cooed over by his family. They’d been so overprotective of him since he’d come back from Iraq, he’d begun to feel smothered.

His brothers would make his excuses for him. They knew where he’d gone. Knew what he’d needed.

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From where he stood he was given a glimpse of a loft above. Guarded by a white railing, it had a white-planked ceiling with cranberry-colored log beams. He bet that’s where the bed would be. Maybe the woman would be there, waiting for him. He stifled his excitement and checked out the rest of the place. He noted a nicesized kitchen tucked away behind the living room then focused his attention back to the unusual Christmas tree. Decorated with glistening white miniature lights, he smiled at the silver icicles dangling from the blue spruce branches as well as the penis-shaped candy canes, gingerbread men and women with intimate iced areas and large chocolate breasts, pussies and cocks as well as sealed condoms in foil wrappers and several tubes of lube. Perched at the top of the tree hung a pair of silver metal handcuffs. Hmm, he could think of a few things he could do with those cuffs. Connor’s gaze wandered to the nearby stone fireplace. In its hearth a cheerful fire flickered and hanging from the wood-beam mantel two huge red Christmas stockings, one in the shape of a cock, the other shaped like a breast. Cute. His and hers erotic stockings. This place looked perfect for a sex-fest getaway. Dropping the luggage onto the couch, he shrugged out of his jacket, sweater and boots and headed for the fire. He’d just gotten himself warmed up when he heard the sound of a door closing from the loft area.

At the sound of softly padded footsteps his heart settled into an excited pace and his head snapped up just in time to see a woman coming down the stairs toweling a mass of tangled dark-blonde hair with a white towel. Her face was turned slightly away but she looked so damned familiar a shot of wicked arousal steamed through his balls and right up his shaft making him so fucking hard and horny he almost groaned out loud at the lightning-fast reaction.

Shit! These KF guys were good. From what he could see of the chick, she was a freaking Nurse Spark’s clone. She hadn’t seen him yet and he opted to remain silent as she strolled down the wood stairs.

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She was wrapped in a sexy Santa-style mesh bright red bathrobe. It hung wide open giving him a delicious glimpse of long feminine legs, a thonged pussy, a slightly rounded abdomen and the inside curves of a pair of generously sized breasts. At the sight of seeing his first semi-naked woman in months, his breath literally stilled and his cock pulsed in sinful anticipation.

A moment later their gazes clashed and he started at the very familiar brown eyes that instantly twinkled in recognition.

“Nurse Sparks?”

“Sergeant Jordan?”

They both said at the same time.

“What are you doing here?” Again they spoke at the same time. Connor found himself laughing. She smiled shyly and he didn’t miss the pretty pink blush sweep across her cheeks.

As if stunned by his appearance, she remained on the stairs blinking at him, her Cupid-shaped mouth slightly open in an “O”.

Was she disappointed in finding him there? What was she doing here? Had Kidnap Fantasies gone so far as to actually kidnap his nurse for him? And if that were the case, could he let her go if she wanted to leave?

Confusion mixed with excitement at actually seeing the woman who’d so tenderly cared for him during his stay at the hospital. The woman who, for some reason, had taken over his fantasy life ever since he’d met her.

“How have you been?” she asked softly.

“Been hanging okay. How about you?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Lots of work and no play.”

Lots of work and no play.
He’d have to change that. And he’d have to change that starting right now.

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Chapter Three

Tangle couldn’t believe the handsome soldier who’d been haunting her sexual fantasies actually stood right there in front of the cheerful fireplace. The intense way he looked at her made her feel as if she were a tasty morsel he wanted to devour. How had this happened?

When she’d put in a request for a Kidnap Fantasies assignment for the holiday weekend centering around a man fitting the sergeant’s physical description, she’d never thought in a million years the original soldier would show up. What the hell was Kidnap Fantasies doing? They knew she’d never mix her personal or professional life with her job as a KF employee. Her face grew hotter. Did Connor know why she was really there?

“You didn’t answer my question. Why are you here?” he asked as he walked toward her. Despite a slight limp he moved like a predatory animal. A man who’d finally captured his woman and wanted to brand her, claim her as his. He moved cautiously so as not to spook her, yet confidently as if he knew what he wanted. And she knew he wanted her.

Had known it the instant his pain-filled green eyes had fluttered open in that hospital bed and he’d looked at her for the very first time. The heat in her cheeks began to spread, turning into something sensual as it quickly smoothed over her flesh. She could literally feel her breasts tightening, swelling in anticipation. Could feel her pussy heating, creaming, preparing for him.

She remained still as he came up the stairs toward her. Her mind churned with warnings against getting it on with a soldier. A man who, after he fully recuperated, would probably go back into service and maybe get himself killed the next time around. 22

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She shoved the disturbing thoughts aside as his masculine scent swept in all around her. He smelled so good. A combination of fresh air, spicy aftershave and his own unique sexy male scent.

He stopped a couple of steps below her. His warm breath splashed against her breasts and she suddenly remembered she’d left the robe open. She’d been expecting a customer but not him. Not her sexy soldier.

Oh, God! What must he be thinking about her being there purely for sex?

“I’ve been thinking a lot about you, Florence,” he said softly as he used his nickname for her. “Been remembering the intimate way you held my cock during the sponge baths you gave me.”

Oh, my God!

“I’ve been fantasizing about you too,” she whispered.

“You have?”

He sounded surprised. Obviously she’d done a very good job in keeping her true feelings to herself…except for those sponge baths.

His gaze drew down from her face and settled on her heaving breasts. Arousal rumbled through her at his dark, hungry look.

“Obviously you’re here because you want to be.”

She found herself nodding.

Wicked sensations shot through her as his hands lifted. His warm fingers touched her shoulders and he widened the front of her Santa Claus robe, exposing her full breasts.

He swore softly.

Her pussy creamed hard as his eyes wandered over every inch of her curves. He moved his head closer, the heat of his breath scorching the valley between her heavy breasts. One of his fingers gently stroked a hot, pink nipple. It beaded immediately. He fondled her there and the sensation of a rough callus on his finger scraped against her 23

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tender flesh making her tremble. Made her reach out and touch his cheek. It felt bristly from the stubble of his five o’clock shadow.

They stood that way. He, caressing her nipple. She, stroking his cheek. Both stared into each other’s eyes, sending silent messages of what they needed. What they wanted. His head bent closer and she cried out as his hot mouth enveloped her aching nipple. Sparks from his whiskers needled into her flesh. Lips tugged and pulled at her buds causing her pussy to contract.

Oh yes!

This was how she imagined her soldier to be. Rough, yet careful at the same time. A warm hand pressed against her lower belly branding her skin with an intense heat unlike anything she’d ever experienced. He sucked on her nipple harder, sending sinful sensations spiraling through her.

Oh, God! She must be mad doing this.

Spearing her hands through his hair, she pulled his head into the cushion of her breast. She cradled him there and watched in whimpering fascination as his full lips suckled her nipple.

The hot brand of his hand moved from her abdomen, his long, masculine fingers sliding beneath her thong. She couldn’t stop the inhalation of breath as a finger massaged her engorged clit. His intimate touch smoothed against her aching flesh with such a wondrous pressure she couldn’t stop herself from grinding her hips against his hand.

When a finger slid inside her drenched pussy, her world tilted wonderfully. She moaned as a second finger invaded her sweet channel.

“You’re dripping,” he whispered as he let go of her nipple with a pop and grinned up her.

“I’m horny,” she admitted, loving the tiny wrinkles that appeared at the side of his eyes as he smiled.

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“I think I can rectify that problem.”

She squirmed as a third finger entered her pussy. He pressed against her G-spot. The wickedly delicious pressure encouraged her to widen her legs.

“How does this make you feel, Florence?” he whispered. Her mouth opened but no sound came out as he wiggled his fingers, creating a deeper pressure.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? I’ve waited so long to see this look on your face.”

She could barely hear him, but she did notice the amusement in his voice. The lust. The satisfaction of finally having her.

A fourth finger impaled her. Arousal streaked up her cunt as he began a slow, erotic thrust. She could hear the slurping of her juices. Could smell her arousal. Could feel the pleasure squeezing through her cunt.

She tightened her grip on both sides of his head.

His fingers felt so good, so hot, inside her.

“But before I fuck you…”

“Oh, God!” she cried out as his fingers slipped out of her. She almost fell from the sudden, harsh abandonment. But he came up the two steps and suddenly they were face to face. Hot hands slid inside her open Santa robe. She whimpered as his fingers branded her full hips. He pulled her close against his muscular body. Then he looked up. “We’re standing under the mistletoe.”

She found herself following his gaze and couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed the mistletoe when she’d arrived.

When she looked down again he captured her mouth. He tasted heavenly as his firm lips moved over hers. The sliding sensation caused all the nerve endings in her body to sparkle. Her senses reeled.

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She could feel herself losing control. Could feel herself melting into a wonderful abyss of anticipation as he pressed his hard erection so sweetly between her legs. When his tongue entered her mouth, Tangle’s world tilted and she found herself moaning.

“You feel my cock, Florence?” he said when he pulled his mouth away and breathed against her face. “That’s what I’ve been living with while we’ve been apart. Now I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing. Do you want my cock inside you, Nurse Sparks?”

“Yes,” she whispered without the slightest hesitation. Burning fingers settled against the lapels of her Santa robe. Slowly, ever so slowly, he eased the delicate red material down over her shoulders. The garment dropped and pooled at her bare feet.

She stood naked in front of him. Naked except for the tiniest thong that protected her from the massive erection pressing against his pants.

“You shouldn’t have held my cock so tenderly during those sponge baths, Nurse Sparks. Your touch gave my cock delicious ideas. A wicked arousal I just can’t deny any longer.”

His head lowered and his long tongue flicked against the tip of her hardened nipple and his mouth covered part of her breast.

Sweet Jesus! His lips were so hot on her flesh. Hot and intoxicating as he sucked on her other tight nipple. The sensation sent a waterfall of pleasure coursing through her. Sensations that made her ache with a need so powerful it left her dazed. Dazed and dripping with wetness between her legs.

Need raged inside her. Desperate cravings tumbled together and snowballed into an exquisite want to be satisfied by her sexy soldier. Too hell with protocol. Here, she wasn’t a professional. Here, she was a woman who needed to be satisfied.

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She wanted him to plunge the thick, heavy rod deep inside her. Yet at the same time, she needed his hot mouth kissing every intimate curve of her trembling body. Her heart pounded violently as he let go of her nipple and pulled her thong down over her wide hips exposing her nude pussy to his wanton gaze. A wonderfully confident thumb slammed against her already ultrasensitive clit, making her cry out from the intense arousal.