Page 24 of Married to a SEAL

Patrick was decked out in his fatigues, a grim expression on his face. But he hauled her into his arms, burying his face in her hair as he held her close. “I’m leaving.”

“I know; I just saw the news.”

“I’m not sure how long we’ll be gone. Hell, I hate leaving you.”

She sniffed, trying to fight back tears.

“Sweetheart,” he said, his voice gruff. “Don’t cry.”

“It’s silly, I know,” she said. “Crazy pregnancy hormones or something.”

He ducked down, giving her tender kisses. He smelled of aftershave and soap, and there was something undeniably sexy at having him standing there in the foyer in his fatigues and combat boots, looking like a hardened warrior, while she had on only her silk robe.

“Is Abby asleep?”

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “She’s still in bed.”

He turned and abruptly carried her back toward the bedroom, Rebecca clinging to him. “Don’t you have to be on base?” she asked, looking up at him in surprise.

“Not for thirty more minutes.” He lowered her to the edge of the bed, and then he was fumbling with the sash of her robe, gently leaning her backwards. Her legs dangled over the side of the bed as he bared her to him, and he ducked lower, kissing and nuzzling her neck before he moved to her bare breasts.

His hot kisses on her sensitive flesh left her gasping for breath. Had warmth surging through her entire body. One large hand massaged a breast while he kissed the other one, moving around the areola before sucking her nipple into his mouth. She cried out and felt arousal dampen her folds. His fingers slid to her core, and she was already wet and ready for him. Desperate for them to be joined together as one.

He moved to her other breast, softly biting the underside, before he kissed his way to her nipple, flicking his tongue over the tender, sensitive bud. Electricity shot straight through her, and he slid two thick fingers inside her molten channel, causing her to gasp at the intimate invasion. He scissored his fingers, stretching and readying her for him, his thumb rubbing over her clit.

Standing before her, he freed his throbbing erection. He gripped both her legs behind the knees, spreading her wide for him, and then he was lining up with her core and pushing inside her. Consuming her. He held her in place at the edge of the bed as he slid in and out, and the slow, erotic pace that he set was pure torture. She was damp with arousal, desperate for release, and he pinned her with a heated gaze, knowing she was totally at his mercy.

She moaned, tossing her head to the side, and he pulled all the way out and then slammed back in, causing her to cry out in surprise. Her hand flew to her mouth so she didn’t wake Abby, and suddenly he was thrusting faster. Harder.

Rebecca gasped and closed her eyes as he held her legs open and took her. She surrendered to Patrick, to the pure pleasure, and cried out at the exquisite pressure of him filling her that was nearly too much to bear.

Two more deep thrusts and she was coming, calling out his name as he bent over and kissed her, swallowing her cries. He hardened impossibly more and was releasing inside her. Groaning as her inner walls clamped down around him.

She lay gasping, slowly coming back to reality after the Earth-shattering orgasm. With her legs spread apart in his firm grip and his cock buried deep inside her inner walls, she was utterly and truly his to command.

A few seconds later and he was regretfully pulling free. Pulling her up off the bed and into his arms. She collapsed against his chest, letting her tears fall as he stroked her hair. Promised he’d come home soon.

“Be careful when you’re gone,” she whispered.

“You know I’ll always be safe,” he assured her. “I’ll always come back to you and the kids.” He palmed her bare breast and ducked lower, kissing her once more. And then he was stepping back all too soon, pulling the sides of her silk robe together so she was covered. “I wish I could stay longer. I had to come see you before I left.”

“I know,” she sniffed, retying her robe as she gazed up at him with watery eyes. “I’ll miss you. Promise you’ll be careful.”

“I promise. I love you,” he said, his blue eyes full of emotion.

“I love you, too.”

Rebecca took his large hand in both of hers, and they walked back to the front door together. She trembled as they stood in the foyer, unable to shake the feeling of dread washing over her.

“I’ll see you soon,” Patrick said, his voice deep.

“See you soon,” she said, letting him brush his lips against hers one last time in a tender kiss.

And then, all too soon, he was gone.

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