Page 49 of Loved by a SEAL

He could drive to Norfolk this weekend.

As long as she was secure in his arms at the moment, sated by his touch, things were pretty fucking spectacular.

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Sarah awoke with a start hours later, alone in a strange bed. The dim sunlight was peeking in through the slatted blinds, and for a moment, she didn’t know if it was evening or morning. She sleepily sat up, the navy blue sheets falling down into a rumpled pile around her, her eyes scanning the room.

Ryan’s room.

Clothes folded neatly were stacked in a pile atop his dresser. A closed duffle bag sat on the floor. There were no knick-knacks or magazines scattered about, no dust on the furniture or even a speck of dirt anywhere. The entire room was as neat and orderly as Ryan.

But where was he?

Her eyes fell to her own clothing, neatly folded on top of a wooden dresser. Good God. Had he picked up her things after the floor? She was wearing her pale pink lace bra and not anything else.

Holy crap.

Ryan had given her the most incredible orgasm of her life, his large body hovering over hers, one hand pinning her wrists in place as the other thrust in and out of her pussy. He’d done exactly as he’d pleased with her, commanding her body and sending her to amazing new heights.

She’d never thought she’d be into giving a man complete and utter control over her body, but somehow with Ryan it had felt playful and sexy as hell. He’d jokingly pinned her hands to the bed at first, his muscular frame above hers, but when he’d clasped her wrists above her head, rendering her immobile, she’d freaking loved every second.

Loved the way he’d controlled the situation and wrung every last ounce of pleasure from her body. Loved the way she’d been forced to surrender to his touch—to not think about anything and simply feel.

She swore she could still feel his fingers wrapped around her wrists, which was insane—he’d been in control but gentle enough not to hurt her. The swollen folds of her sex were still slick with her arousal—and good God. If he’d made her come that hard with his hand, what would sex with a man like Ryan be like?

She hadn’t even gotten to see Ryan naked yet, and holy crap, she was dying to strip off his shirt, admire all those big muscles, and unwrap that delicious package. She’d felt his huge erection against her and couldn’t wait to tease him right back, making him beg and groan as she brought him to release.

As she surrendered to him again as he took her in his bed.

She was getting aroused again just from the memory of it all, and then instantly felt guilty.

Hours had passed since she’d left the beach, and she hadn’t spoken once to Rebecca. Or worried about her own brother. She’d been too wrapped up in Ryan to even think of anything else.

She rose from his bed, leaving the sheets tousled, and grabbed one of his PT shirts from the neat pile on the dresser. He must have recently done laundry or something because everything else in the room was put away.

The shirt was huge on her but fell down past her ass, and after all, he’d ruined her one pair of panties.

Jesus Christ.

The memory of his muscular hands ripping her skimpy cotton panties right off was engrained in her mind forever. Shit.

“Ryan?” she called out, walking out of his room.

She’d slept longer than she’d meant to, but it had been a surprisingly stressful day. She needed to find out what was going on with Patrick and drive back to Norfolk, because despite the fact that tons of other things were going to hell all around her, she had work in the morning.

Patients.

Responsibilities.

That had to be news about Patrick by now, right? It had been nearly a day since he’d been injured.

“Ryan?” she called again, walking down the hall toward his kitchen.

His framed military certificates and diplomas lined the walls, and there was a neatly folded American flag behind glass. The living room was empty, she’d already checked the bathroom, and unless he’d gone out to his garage, he wasn’t here.

She scanned the spotless kitchen, not seeing a note left anywhere, so she walked back to his bedroom, her eyes roaming around the room to see if she’d missed something.

He wouldn’t just leave, right?

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