My Kind Of Christmas Part 17

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"If you're going to be comfortable."

"It's perfect," she said, falling into a sit, legs crossed, without spilling a drop of soup or wine.

When he was sitting beside her, balancing his own tray, she said, "They make a difference here-Mel, Jack, Doc Michaels and a lot of other people. They work where there's need. They're giving back or paying forward. I think the idea of the peace corps got points tonight."

"Most twenty-three-year-old women are saving for a party cruise or a car or the biggest, flas.h.i.+est wedding money can buy."

She laughed. "Well, first of all, I don't really come from people like that. Oh, my mom and my aunts have a real penchant for nice things-but I think they fall into the purse and shoe category, not cruises or cars. My parents' idea of extravagance was a trip to Russia so we girls could learn about the tragic history of that country. I visited Dachau and Auschwitz at sixteen. It was bound to give me a different perspective from most people my age. And then you have to consider my accident. Things like that can change your life."



"I know," he said.

"Of course you do," she agreed softly. She stopped talking to take a spoonful of soup. It came out of a can, she knew that. But she said, "You're brilliant. A genius. This is the best tomato soup I've ever tasted."

He gave her that s.e.xy half smile and said, "And you are an accomplished flirt."

Six

Patrick was sure it was inappropriate to compare Angie to Leigh, but it came unbidden. For all he knew, Leigh might have been just as idealistic at twenty-three, but it was very hard to imagine. She'd been raised by a politician; she was jaded and had very specific goals. At twenty-three she'd been working on a master's in economics, determined to understand budget and deficit issues and how those would translate into votes.

Angie wanted to make a difference in the world. Leigh wanted to win elections.

When Leigh left him it had hurt; he'd invested so much time and energy in her. But this was not the first moment he'd had the notion he might've dodged a bullet. Had there been good things about their relations.h.i.+p? Oh, many. He'd enjoyed their time together, most of which was spent in what he could only describe as high-end entertainment. If it wasn't the finest D.C. restaurants or A-list parties attended by the movers and shakers of Was.h.i.+ngton, then it was skiing, sailing, scuba diving, traveling...all first-cla.s.s. Dachau and Auschwitz? Not in a million years. Leigh worked hard and played hard. And so did he-it had suited him fine.

In fact, laid-back weekends or evenings spent with Marie and Jake-a barbecue or movie and pizza-bored Leigh to death. She behaved herself very well; she understood that Jake and Marie were important to him. Likewise, he was cordial and debonair for those sophisticated Was.h.i.+ngton events that really lit her fire. It was only recently, since Jake's memorial where Leigh was a no-show, when it had occurred to him that perhaps Leigh liked having a decorated Navy fighter pilot as her occasional escort to the social events surrounding national government. He wasn't there because she loved his company-he was there to boost her public image.

Patrick had always felt that having a family was important to him, but it was after Leigh left and Jake died that he realized how important. He finally knew that if his life didn't take the shape he'd imagined-a stable relations.h.i.+p that included kids-something very important would be lost.

He knew his face had given away his troubling thoughts when Angie told him to put another log on the fire and relax. "I'll clean up," she said. "It'll only take a minute. Then I'm going to finish the wine and I think there's one more beer. Can I grab it for you?"

"You absolutely can," he said. And he leaned back against the couch while she headed for the kitchen.

Just a few minutes later, dishes done, fire stoked and libations replenished, she turned the conversation to him. "What compelled you to join the Navy?" she asked.

He draped an arm around her shoulders. "I think I always wanted to fly, but who knows how much of that was internal or influenced by my older brothers-three out of four of them took to the sky. But practically speaking, it was education-I come from a pretty simple family. My dad was an electrician and my mom was a coupon-clipping, soup-making stay-at-home mom most of the time. There were times she did secretarial or administrative work, but nothing that would cover the cost of school. The five of us were either going to get loans or scholars.h.i.+ps or have to skip college. The oldest two, Luke and Colin, were into helicopters, but Sean introduced a new idea-the Air Force Academy and fighters. With that idea, my brain caught fire! In my mind, that kind of flying looked like the way to go, high and fast. It involved a sophisticated education and an exciting life." He shook his head. "Gotta love that plane. It asks a lot, it's demanding as h.e.l.l and it requires good instincts and reflexes. Then there's the mission-our ground troops and ocean vessels would be lost without the kind of air support the Navy provides."

She was quiet for a moment before she said, "Sounds like you've made up your mind about what comes next for you."

"Ah, I don't know. I want other things, too. When you deploy a lot, spend a lot of time on a s.h.i.+p, it's hard to keep a handle on the other things in life. Like a family. The woman who takes on a Navy fighter pilot spends a lot of time alone. It's not fair. It takes an amazing commitment and a special kind of woman...."

"Like Marie."

"She would be a good example."

"No wonder you think of her as the ideal wife. I have a friend, Connie-I've known her since junior high. She's always loved firemen. She chased fire trucks and went to firefighter bars. No surprise she married one eventually. Now she still loves firemen but she hates their hours. Her husband is gone a good third of every month and it's driving her crazy. She's stuck alone while he's out pulling women from burning buildings. She wants him to quit and go to work for her father. Now why would you marry a guy in a job you find powerful and s.e.xy and then not want him to do that job? Or how about all the girls who want a doctor and then find out how hard it is to be married to a doctor? The way I see it, you pick the whole person. You have to look him over really carefully. If he has the qualities you need in a partner, you sign on. And he looks you over, making sure of the same things. If you do that, there's only one option-you support their career choice because there's no other choice. You can't remake people, for G.o.d's sake. You have to love them for who they are."

Patrick stared at her. His mouth might've been open a little bit. How had Leigh put it? I don't think we're going in the same direction. I'm not going to compete with the Navy. I need a full partner. In other words, she was looking for someone who could dedicate himself to her goals. And here was Angie, talking about choosing a partner based on the whole package, not on how well you can mold them to suit you.

"Are you sure you're twenty-three?" Patrick asked her.

"My sisters and I are not very much alike," she said. "We've always enjoyed different things. We sometimes throw in with one another when it's not our number-one choice. Baby girl is an athlete-I go to as many games and meets as I can because it shows support. I'm not going to dump her because her athletic events bore me or are inconvenient-she's my sister! But sometimes I read while she's running track or playing basketball and even that makes her think I don't love her."

"I'm almost afraid to ask-but the middle sister?"

"Piano and violin. Concert ready. I enjoy that a little more than basketball, track and other sports. But, hey, these are the same sisters I sent to the emergency room when I started experimenting with mixing household cleaners. I think I owe them."

He laughed at her. "I think you do. A piece of advice-before you have children, be sure you can afford full-time watchdogs."

"I know, right?"

He leaned toward her and kissed her briefly, looking into her eyes. "Your lips are soft," he whispered. "And perfect." He kissed her again, this time deeper. He slipped an arm around her waist and gently lowered her to the floor. He could feel her body responding to his, her hands reaching up to wrap around him, to encourage him. As much as he wanted to keep going, a small part of his conscience tugged at him. "Listen," he said, pulling back slightly, "we shouldn't. We're just pa.s.sing through."

She simply looked up at him with those sweet, pretty eyes and, against his better judgment, he kissed her again. This time he tongued open her lips and played inside her mouth, moaning low in his throat. Her fingers tangled in his hair, as though trying to pull his mouth even closer to hers. Against her lips he whispered, "Why do you have to taste so d.a.m.n good, feel so good. Angie, I want you and you're the last person I should be wanting." He leaned over her, his hands busy with her torso, running up and down her sides, grazing a breast, devouring her mouth with his. "My ears are ringing. Tell me to stop before this-" But Angie shook her head, her lips red and swollen from his deep kisses, her eyes filled with longing. "Stop me," he whispered. "Push me away. This is such a bad idea. Before I go completely deaf, tell me no...."

"Patrick," she whispered. "Paddy..."

"Yes?" he asked, his eyes sleepy and s.e.xy and gazing into hers.

"Do you always talk this much?"

He smiled for just a second before he took her mouth by storm and rolled with her on the floor until his body covered hers. His lips on her neck, her ear, her temple, her mouth again, always looking for a better, even deeper taste of her. When he broke away for a moment she said, "I like that." She was a little breathless.

"We're going to go real slow, just take our time getting to know each other. Nothing happens that you're not ready for. All you have to do is put one hand on my chest, like this," he said, taking her hand and placing the palm against his chest. "You don't even have to say anything. This is all about you, Ange. I don't even have to kiss you again unless you feel like it."

She was still for a second. Then she grabbed the front of his s.h.i.+rt in her fists and pulled his mouth against hers.

Patrick took full advantage of her decision, moving along her with sweet pa.s.sion. She moaned against his lips; her urgency thrilled him. Mouths open, tongues playing, lips sliding, tilting right, then left, he devoured her. He couldn't get deep enough into her mouth. This response from her had him hard in an instant, but he was determined to move slowly even though her body felt tight with needy determination.

Patrick knew that, by her age, a lot of young women had had more than one serious boyfriend; they at least knew what they wanted. Patrick had been with a number of women, beginning when he was seventeen, and many of them, though young, had things to teach him. He sensed this was not the case with Angie. She'd had other concerns-like being valedictorian to every cla.s.s she attended, even coming out with two degrees. You didn't get honors like that by spending a lot of time making out.

He pulled her fully into his arms, her body flush against his, and kissed her wildly, madly. He gently and slowly toyed with one breast, waiting for that hand to stop him. Instead, she grabbed his wrist and slid his hand under the soft fabric of her sweats.h.i.+rt where he found... Ahhh, naked. Her perfect, small breast filled his hand and he groaned, running a thumb over a hardened nipple.

His lips slid to her neck and he kissed his way from her ear downward. Then he whispered, "How do you feel about ditching the s.h.i.+rt?"

"Excellent. If you ditch yours."

"I can do that," he said.

He yanked off his own, almost ripping off b.u.t.tons. So much for slow, he thought. He couldn't get down to skin fast enough and he hoped, no, he prayed she was ready to take a chance on going further. Once his chest was bare, he slowly lifted her sweats.h.i.+rt over her head and just gazed at her as she sat in front of him.

There were a few scars-a small line a few inches below her left breast, a thin but longer scar along her abdomen and a lump on her collarbone where it looked as if it had once been broken. He traced each mark with his finger, then leaned forward and retraced the same path with his lips. Eager to see her spread before him, he leaned her back to the floor and entertained himself with her lovely b.r.e.a.s.t.s, stroking, kissing and licking them with equal attention. Angie sighed, her eyes drifting closed. Hovering over her, his thumbs teasing those perfect nipples erect again, he watched with a sense of pride as she moaned and arched her back, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s reaching up to him for more.

With a force he didn't have all that much control over, he was pus.h.i.+ng his erection against the vee where her legs met...and she pushed back. She rolled her hips beneath him, wanting. Begging. He made use of a secret weapon-an erection in a pair of tough jeans right against her most sensitive part. He gently pushed apart her legs and held himself between them, rubbing those hard jeans against her. And then he dipped his mouth to her nipple and gently tugged it into his mouth, teasing with his tongue before sucking.

Her hands were in his hair, holding his head; her head tilted back and her back arched farther as she pushed against him. A soft primal sound came out of her. She stiffened; she shuddered. He held that nipple tight between his lips while nature took its course and had its way with her. G.o.d, what a beauty; what a hot, amazing beauty. It was a long few seconds before she collapsed beneath him and he traded the nipple for her lips.

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