Page 16 of Married to a SEAL

Chapter 5

Patrick walked down the hallway to Rebecca’s kitchen that evening after tucking his son into bed in the guest room. Abby had already been asleep for half an hour, worn out from their afternoon at the ocean, and the rest of the evening they’d have alone.

Hell.

The weekend was only half over, and he was already dreading going onto base Monday morning. Normally he relished the thrill of a new operation, of their potential deployment, but now for the first time, he almost felt like he was missing out here.

For a guy who’d given his entire life to the Navy, that came as somewhat of a surprise.

Rebecca stood at the sink, filling her glass with water, and his heart caught for a moment as he watched her. Her flowy skirt fell to her knees, and she had a pretty pink tank top on with those tiny little straps he loved. So damn feminine and sexy. His eyes traveled down her shapely legs to her bare feet, her toes painted a similar shade of pink.

Barefoot and pregnant, he thought with a smirk.

His.

She took a long sip of water, he wavy brown hair cascading down her back, and he stopped behind her, wrapping his around her waist and pulling her close.

He kissed the top of her head, breathing in her floral scent.

The evening sun shone in through the window above the sink, but the gauzy curtains Rebecca had picked out blocked any neighbors from seeing in. Gave them the privacy he wanted.

His groin tightened.

“I may have to deploy soon,” he said in a low voice, gauging her reaction. He glanced down over her shoulder and saw her chest momentarily rise in surprise. Felt her body stiffen. The swells of her breasts peaked out beneath her tank top, and from his prime position as he towered above her, he could see the hint of the lace on her bra. Her irresistible cleavage.

She was so damn sexy.

“Oh really?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant. The worry was evident in her voice.

“Probably not for a week or so,” he said easily. “The CO let me know earlier that we have an important briefing on Monday morning. I didn’t get a chance to fill you in at the beach. Plus with the kids around, I didn’t want Logan to be upset. The older he gets, the more he understands about where I go and what I do.”

“Do you have any idea how long you’ll be gone?”

“Tough to tell. Maybe a week. Maybe more.”

His hands rose to her slender shoulders, kneading away some of the tension. Loving the feel of her silken skin.

“I always worry when you go,” Rebecca said softly. “And now….”

“I know. Everything’s changing. But I promise you I’ll be safe. I can’t reveal any details of a pending operation to anyone—hell, I don’t even know the specifics myself yet. But you know I’ll always come back to you.”

“I know, Patrick. And I know you’ll be okay.”

He pressed closer to her, wrapping his arms around her again, so that she could feel his erection prodding against her bottom. He ducked lower, nipping at her ear. “You are so damn beautiful. I hate being away from you.”

“Patrick,” she breathed, her chest rising again in an entirely different way as he grazed his teeth over the tender skin on her neck.

“Mmm-hmm?”

His hands found her breasts, and then he was kneading them through the cotton of her tank top. He gently tugged her thin straps and bra down, her full breasts spilling out over the top. Her round globes were pale, the nipples a dusky pink. So fucking gorgeous.

She was perfect.

His fingers lightly brushed across her nipples as she gasped. Relaxed back against him. He brushed his fingers again over the taut buds and then palmed her breasts, enjoying how they filled his large hands. How she whimpered slightly as he touched her.

“You’re even more sensitive now,” he growled, male pride surging through his chest as she reacted to his touch.

“I know,” she breathed, her bare breasts rising up and down with each breath. He caressed her breasts gently, growing even harder as she arched back, pressing her breasts further into his hands.

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