Return of a Soldier (Soldier Series Romance Novellas) Read Free

every intimate moment we’d spent together, and that was turning me on more and more.  He increased the speed of his movements, his thumb circling around and around, and moments later I was crying out with release.
    I collapsed against Trent, my head resting against his strong chest.  His arms circled around me, pulling me tightly to him.  The water continued pouring down over us, and I realized that my efforts to keep my hair dry by pulling it back into a bun were now futile.  I reached up and pulled the elastic out, letting it fall down past my shoulders.
    “I missed you so much, Meghan,” he said, nuzzling his face into my hair.  “Sometimes, when I was over there, I was worried I’d never see you again.”  His voice sounded gruff, and I looked up and kissed him, standing up on my tip-toes to be even closer.  My breasts pushed into his chest as he held me tightly, and water droplets ran down both of our faces, trailing down over our lips as we kissed again and again.
    “ You’ll always see me again,” I said urgently.
    His hardness pushed into my stomach, and I reached down to grip his firm length in my hand.  “No,” Trent murmured, shaking his head.  “I want to be inside of you.”  He reached over and turned the shower off and then pulled open the curtain, grabbing a towel from the rod hanging there.  He dried me off first, wrapping the soft cotton around my shoulders. Trent gently towel-dried my hair and then carefully dried my torso and legs.  His eyes caressed me as he worked, and I couldn’t recall the last time I’d felt so taken care of.
    He quickly dried himself off as well.  “Let’s go in the bedroom,” he said huskily, and I carefully stepped out of the shower with Trent right behind.  I got a glimpse of our bodies in the mirror, Trent’s hard muscle and rippled torso a contrast to all my soft curves.
    “I like this view,” he said, catching me from behind, and watching us in the mirror as well.  He towered above me, strong and tan, his short brown hair still wet and his dark eyes gleaming.  My blonde hair hung just past my shoulders, damp from the shower, and I looked pale in comparison to his months spent outdoors in the desert.  He reached around me, one hand cupping my breast, as he pulled me tightly against him.  His other hand slid down between my legs, and I started to get aroused all over again at the sight of his muscular hand covering my intimate area.
    “Meghan,” he murmured in a low voice, dipping his head so that his lips brushed against my ear.  “I want to watch you come.”
    He softly rubbed his hand up and down where he cupped me between my legs, taking his time, and with his other hand caressed and squeezed my breast.  Trent met my eyes in the mirror, his dark brown gaze boring into me.  I gasped as he slid a finger through my folds, knowing he would find me already wet with arousal.  He lowered his head and began to nibble on my neck, and I practically collapsed against him as he found my fleshy nub and began to trace in slow circles again.
    “Trent,” I gasped, as I began to feel the start of another orgasm beginning.  I couldn’t believe he was going to make me come again, and I writhed against him as his eyes once again met mine in the mirror.  He gripped me securely with one muscular arm, holding me right beneath the curve of my breasts, as his thumb moved back and forth across my nipple.  His fingers sped up, circling around and around my sweet spot.  I arched back against his firm body, ready to give in to him once more, and a moment later I was crying out again and again.
    He didn’t stop until I was panting and trembling in his embrace.  “Now let’s go to bed,” he whispered, bending down and scooping me up into his arms.  I felt dazed as Trent turned to carry me through the doorway.  He walked into my bedroom, placing me down on the bedspread, and I eagerly pulled him into my arms as he lay down beside me.  The last time