A Soldier's Christmas

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Emma turned and watched him as she realized that he was too worked up and wanted to really make this last. Logan lay on his back with his hand wrapped around the base of his dick and sac, gripping tightly. He actually looked like he was holding a spear in his hands, because his cock was long and thick as it jutted upward from his groin.

She was horny and wanted nothing more than to have him buried deep inside her. With that in mind, she quickly moved and straddled him. His eyes popped wide as she lowered herself down his shaft, and delighted with the feel of him filling every space available inside her. Logan gulped and panted as though it was too much, but once she was seated on him fully, his hands slid up her thighs to her hips.

Emma moaned as she slowly rocked on him. Her gaze trapped in his.

“I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight,” Logan growled, and focused on her breasts as they swayed with her seductive loving.

“Mmm, you feel really good.” Her hands caressed his chest and rubbed around his nipples, which caused his dick to jerk inside her.

Emma lost herself in the sensations that he created in her. The way his shaft caressed her vaginal walls. The way his hands felt on her hips before he moved them up to cup her breasts, and, most of all, the way he held her tightly in his arms when he sat up and surrounded her.

Their lovemaking was gentle while they held eye contact. Emma never wanted to lose the feelings that the man she’d fallen in love with arose within her. She’d first felt his love through his letters, and then it became more profound the minute she found him on her doorstep.

Her hands slid through his hair and held their foreheads together while she rocked on him. Her arousal was slick between her thighs, and she loved the tenderness she felt toward him.

“Umm,” he gasped and panted. “I’m not sure I’ll last much longer.”

“Me either.” Emma’s hand slipped to his shoulders. She held on and started to ride him, her nipples scraped his chest while her climax started to crash through her.

She groaned and threw her head back—the pleasure intensified when Logan cupped a breast in his hand and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She saw stars and flooded his groin with her release. Her muscles clamped together and rippled along Logan’s cock. She felt him enlarge before his warm release pulsed inside her, prolonging her own pleasure.

He held her down on him while tremors continued to ripple through her and, by the time they’d both finished, Emma collapsed against his chest.

Logan wrapped his arms around her and managed to get them comfortable on the bed as he slipped from her body. He held her against his chest

The disappointment she felt at having him separate was huge, and brought tears to her eyes. Never before had anyone made sweet love to her, or made her feel part of them. Not like Logan had. And she was afraid to lose that.

Logan brushed the hair back from her face and kissed each eye. “I love you, Emma.” He kissed her on the tip of her nose. “Never forget that.” He kissed her lips. “I love you always.”

Emma offered him a watery smile, and couldn’t find the words to tell him what he meant to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the curve of his neck. “I love you, so much, Logan,” she finally whispered.

He sighed against her.

As he continued to hold her tightly, they fell back to sleep.

Chapter 19

Although Logan knew the conversation with Emma’s mom had to happen, he was surprised to find her waiting in the lobby of the B&B when he walked downstairs.

Martha looked nervous, and she was paler than when he’d seen her the day before. Her rosy complexion was snow white and worry marred her brow. It was as though she had a lot on her shoulders as she waited for Emma.

He was tempted to pretend he hadn’t seen her and sneak out, but that wasn’t him. If there was something to be said, it was best having it out in the open, which is why he approached her.

“Martha,” he held his hand out in greeting. She stared at him but, after a moment’s hesitation, she clutched his outstretched hand.

“Logan, I’ve been waiting for you.”

His eyes flashed to hers and he saw the truth behind them. She was sorry. He needed to hear the words, but her whole attitude spoke of regret. Her shoulders hunched and the small sigh she gave was one of resignation.

“Let’s get some coffee.” Logan ushered Martha through to the dining room. He glanced around the almost empty room and knew that they were safe since he’d seen Adele leave in her car before he headed downstairs. He’d been watching Emma as she’d crossed the street to Elizabeth’s Emporium to hand in her notice.

She made him smile and happy. He couldn’t remember ever being as happy as he felt with Emma. She filled the void that had been inside of him for years. Neither of them could wait to move forward with their lives, at each other’s side.

Logan led Martha over to a table by the window, which gave a bit more privacy than the others. He indicated to Greg with hand movements that they wanted two coffees.

He glanced at Martha and watched as she nervously bit her lip.