Holiday at Magnolia Bay (Southern Born Christmas Book 1) by Tracy Solheim Page B

hairline. “Remarkable even for a woman her age.”
    One of his hands slipped inside her shorts, tracing the lace of her panties. Jenna allowed her own hands to skim the muscles on his back while her lips cruised over his chest. “I don’t understand what’s happening,” she cried.
    His mouth found the sensitive part of her neck, the spot that never failed to make her knees buckle. She dug her fingers into his shoulders in order to stay upright. “I can’t give you what you want,” he said before nipping at her shoulder blade. “I can’t give anyone what they want.”
    Jenna’s head was spinning with equal parts passion and confusion. The frustration in his voice was palpable and she didn’t understand it one bit. For the past few days, he’d been giving her exactly what she wanted. Multiple times each night. They’d both decided this was just a fling that would play out for as long as he was in Magnolia Bay. Why would he think she suddenly wanted more?
    Because I do.
    Those all-knowing eyes of his had picked up on her feelings before Jenna acknowledged them herself. In her heart, she knew it had never been about just sex. She just wasn’t hardwired that way. Without some sort of connection to Drew, she never would have slept with him. The lie she’d been telling herself about their relationship burned in her chest.
    His lips pressed against the corner of her mouth. “I’m a Navy SEAL, Jenna. Everything you don’t want in life. You need to remember that. I’m leaving soon. I can’t be who my godmother wants me to be. Who she wants me to be for you.”
    She arched her hips. A growl rumbled deep in his chest beneath her ear. His fingers and mouth continued their exploration of her body and Jenna was having trouble concentrating on his words. Something about Miss Evie wanting Drew and Jenna together. He was afraid of breaking both their hearts. It was too late for Jenna’s, but she would make sure Miss Evie survived unscathed.
    Jenna’s hands moved to his lower back, angling his hips, and his erection, toward her own. “I’ll explain it to her. She won’t be angry at you.”
    He pulled back to look at her, his jaw unyielding and his eyes dark with passion. “This can’t be solved with—”
    Putting her hand over his mouth, Jenna cut him off. “It’ll work out, Drew. But if I’m only going to have you for a short time, I’d rather not waste it standing in the doorway talking all night.” She pulled his head down for a kiss and Drew didn’t disappoint her.
    In what felt like seconds later they were in his bedroom, their now naked bodies tangled on top of his unmade bed. Their hands and mouths feasted on one another as though it had been years and not hours since they’d touched this intimately.
    “This is all I can give you,” he said. “I’m not capable of anything more.”
    Jenna somehow doubted that. If he was a machine like her father, he wouldn’t care so much about her feelings. But she didn’t dare argue with him now. Not when his tongue had found her happy place. Instead, she threaded her fingers through his silky cropped hair and let the rapture overtake her.
    *
    Drew couldn’t get enough of her. He’d resigned himself to abstaining from Jenna and her body for the rest of his stay in Magnolia Bay but he’d lasted all of thirty seconds when she’d appeared on his doorstep earlier. Hell, he’d had her twice before she’d collapsed into a deep sleep and his body was already revving up for another round. Clearly, he wasn’t the machine he thought he was if he couldn’t tamp down on his insatiable desire for this woman.
    The moonlight created a path over the sheets, gently bathing Jenna’s sleeping face. Drew knew now she wasn’t as innocent as he’d first thought. Rather, she was strong, resolute and passionate about the things—and people—that mattered to her. Aunt Evie was lucky to have Jenna in her life. He felt a touch of assurance knowing that Jenna would be around