Santa Soldier Bear - Meg Ripley Page 0,11

his erection from earlier in the day had returned, but he was no longer embarrassed by it. He drove it against her, wanting her to know that she wasn’t just some fluke. It wasn’t just that he was a lonely vet who happened to find the comfort of a woman. No, this was his mate. He didn’t know what it would mean for their future, and at the moment, he didn’t care. Roman tightened his grip, locking his hands around her lower back, and held her close. He would’ve stood there and kissed her until the sun came up, and if that’s all that he could’ve had, then he would’ve gladly taken it.

But Melody had other ideas in mind. She broke their liplock and pushed back against his chest. One hand slid down the inside of his arm to his hand, her fingers interlocking with his as she smiled up at him. Her brown eyes glittered as she turned away, pulling him along with her.

Not daring to ask questions, Roman followed. They moved through the house on bare feet, two souls who’d waited so long to meet each other. Melody could’ve guided him down to the pits of hell and he would have followed. But she led him up the stairs, down the hall, past the room where Amar had arranged for him to stay, and into a different bedroom. He knew it was hers without even asking, just by its scent. The white and gold accents were the same warm, inviting colors of the holiday she loved so much. Being there in her room, where she slept, where she dreamed, lit him on fire.

As soon as she closed the door behind them, Roman had her in his arms once again. He cradled the back of her skull in his hand as he kissed her hungrily, letting his tongue meld with hers as excitement shot up from his groin.

Her hands found the hem of his undershirt, and she stripped him of it, tossing it to the side as though it were completely inconsequential. Melody’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of him shirtless, reaching out to touch the solid planes of his chest.

He closed his eyes to linger in the experience of her fingers on his skin, but he soon opened them again. Roman wanted to see her. She looked tempting enough in her fitted tee and pajama bottoms, but he wanted more. Slowly, carefully, he pulled her free of her clothing and reveled in every inch of her flesh, from the curve of her breasts, to the smoothness of her stomach, down to the arc of her hips and even the length of her legs. In the dim light, he found freckles to match the ones across the bridge of her nose, and he kissed every one of them. She laughed, and sometimes she moved away as his beard tickled her, but she never retreated from his arms.

The two of them tumbled to the bed together, not even bothering to pull back the covers. Melody trapped him with her legs, her knees clutched around his hips as she pulled him down toward her. She wanted him, and he wasted no time giving her what she craved. He buried himself inside her, and just the way they’d moved with such harmony in the kitchen, their hips moved with the same sense of synchrony. When he retreated, she advanced. When he pushed forward, she pulled back. Roman knew nothing of music, but he couldn’t help but think of it when it came to her. She was the song to his soul, the one who knew the tune to his very being.

Roman could feel the tension build inside him, like a wire being slowly twisted. Scooping his hands around her backside, he tossed himself to the side and rolled over, pulling her on top of him. She laughed and clung to his shoulders, her curls tickling his face until she got control of herself and pushed up.

Melody arched her back as she took him in as deeply as she could. Her toes curled against the sides of his legs as she tossed her head back and braced her hands on his shoulders. She was taking what she needed from him, and Roman was ready to give it. He moved his hips in time to hers as he took her nipple into his mouth, circling it slowly with the tip of his tongue. Roman’s hands clung to her ass, and she