“Now you know why Drew always met up with his women elsewhere or went and found somewhere to park.”
“Ew. I ride in that truck.”
Dean laughed. “I know. You’ve never noticed the footprints on the roof in the back seat?”
I started laughing. “Oh my god, no!”
Dean smiled. “Next time you’re in his truck you’re going to look, aren’t you?”
“Next time I’m in his truck, I’m going to wear a hazmat suit.” Dean and I laughed as we drove and talked, savoring each minute we had because there were so few we would have together before he left for several more months.
“When do you think you will be back?” I asked as we got out of the car and headed into the hotel.
“I should be back by your Christmas break. I’ll be discharged and home for good before you know it.”
Dad called ahead and got us a hotel suite at the best hotel in Savannah, so the room keys were waiting for us when we got to the front desk with our bags. In the elevator, Dean pulled me in front of him and nuzzled my neck as he ground his hardness into my backside.
“I’m going to push this skirt up as soon as we get in the room and fuck you in that virginal white wedding dress,” he whispered in my ear.
Luckily, there was nobody else in the elevator with us. We were alone as he whispered in great detail what he was going to do with me when we got to our suite. The short elevator ride that only went up four floors seemed to take forever as my body heated and responded to his words and caresses.
When we got to the room, Dean made good on his promises from the elevator. He pushed me against the door and lifted my skirt, dropping to his knees in front of me. I held onto the doorframe with one hand for support as he hiked one of my legs over his shoulder. I buried my other hand in his hair, pulling him closer as he wreaked havoc on my nerve endings.
His tongue was masterful as he licked, nipped, and sucked, as if he was trying to memorize my flavor for the time he would be gone. When my first orgasm consumed me, he didn’t let up until I was screaming and trying to get away from the intensity of his touch.
My body felt weak and had he not been holding me up, I would have slid to the floor in a boneless heap of satisfied flesh. When he stood up, he faced me and captured my lips in a hard kiss and lifted me into his arms as he carried me to the bed.
* * *
We spent two days in that hotel room, not coming out unless we needed food to fuel more of our lovemaking. Dean was an avid lover, giving and gentle when he wanted to be, but he could also dominate and control my body in ways I never thought possible. It didn’t matter how many times he took me or how he took me; I loved every minute.
The memories of our two nights in that hotel room and the four days that he had been home would have to sustain me until he came back. My eyes watered as we walked through the airport at four am. He was on the first flight out and had a long trip ahead of him back to Korea.
“I’m going to miss you,” I said in a shaky breath as he pulled me into his arms at the gate. Tears slid down my cheeks. I was trying to be strong, but it was so damn hard to let him go when I only just got him back.
“I’m going to miss you too, Baby. If I didn’t have to go, then I wouldn’t.”
“I know.” We kissed tenderly, not taking it deeper because the airport wasn’t the time or the place.
“I’ll see you for Christmas,” he said against my lips before kissing me again.
“I’ll be waiting for you so you can unwrap your present.” I smiled and swallowed against the lump in my throat.
“You already got me a present?” He chuckled.
“Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” I teased.
We shared one more kiss before he had to go. I watched as he walked away, knowing that as soon as he could, my southern soldier boy would come back to me.
EPILOGUE
DEAN
Four months. It had been four months, three weeks, and two days since I’d held my wife in my arms. The letters, phone calls, and video chats were great, but I needed her in my arms again. I needed to feel her body against mine and kiss her lips again.
I grabbed my bags off the conveyor belt and hoisted my duffle over my shoulder. Christmas music filtered through the speaker system, only to be interrupted by the announcement of arrivals and departures. I turned and froze when I saw the woman standing in the middle of the baggage claim holding a sign and staring at me.
Nora looked beautiful. Her skin was glowing, and her eyes were brimming with unshed tears as she looked me over from head to toe. She was here. I wasn’t expecting her to meet me at the airport. I was supposed to get a car and drive home because I didn’t want her driving at night in the cold rain.
