Page 49 of Married to a SEAL

Chapter 15

Patrick chuffed out a laugh as he heard Logan asking for more ice cream as his sister led the kids away later that night.

“Not tonight, kiddo,” Sarah said. “But when we get home, we can have a sleepover in the living room.”

Rebecca watched them go, and Patrick tugged her closer to him. A family dinner had been exactly what they needed to celebrate, but Sarah had met them to pick up the kids, and at long last, he and Rebecca were finally alone.

Patrick’s gaze raked over her again. She looked so gorgeous with her wedding gown skimming over her curves and the long locks of her hair trailing down around her shoulders. He leaned back against the side of the building and tugged her toward him, not caring about all the curious whispers and smiles of the onlookers.

Rebecca smiled, a flush spreading over her cheeks, as his hands rested intimately on the upper curve of her bottom as he ducked down for a kiss.

“Shall we go to our room for the night?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Yes. I can’t wait to collapse into bed all alone with you.”

“It kind of kills me that I can’t carry you across the threshold,” he said. “I’ve had visions of carrying you off to bed every night on our honeymoon.”

“There’s no need to injure yourself,” she said lightly. “I’m just happy you’re here in one piece. Alive. After that phone call?” She shuddered.

“Hey,” he said, brushing a strand of hair back from her face. “None of that talk tonight.”

“Can’t I be thankful you’re here and alive?” she asked.

“That you can,” he said, taking her hand. “And when I’m fully recovered and you’re over your morning sickness, we’ll take our honeymoon. Hell, I’ll carry you into our room every night then. I might not ever let you leave.”

Rebecca laughed. “You don’t need to carry me anywhere.”

“I’m a Navy SEAL. I’m supposed to be able to sweep my new bride off her feet.”

He took her slender hand in his and tugged her along down past the restaurants toward the beach, enjoying the feeling of having Rebecca at his side. A salty breeze blew in from the ocean, and he grinned.

Nothing better than a gorgeous evening at the beach with his breathtaking wife at his side.

“Congratulations!” a group of tourists shouted to them, whooping and hollering as Patrick and Rebecca strolled hand-in-hand along the boardwalk.

Rebecca smiled at them and waved, flushing at all the attention, and Patrick’s chest swelled with pride. After all this—after all they’d been through together—she was finally his.

“I rented a room in the same hotel we stayed at last year,” he said in a low voice, his lips brushing against her ear as he ducked down. “I certainly have fond memories of that night.”

Rebecca shivered against him, her breath catching. “That sounds perfect,” she said. “More than perfect.”

“We might have to make it a yearly anniversary getaway,” he suggested.

She looked up at him, and before she could say a word, he snuck in a kiss.

The very first night he and Rebecca had spent together had been the stuff fantasies were made of—an oceanfront room at Virginia Beach, where they’d made love all night long and woken up to the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore. He’d taken her again and again that night, claiming her as his. Making her cry out his name.

And he’d never tire of Rebecca’s cries of pleasure as she came in his arms.

He might not be up for an entire night of lovemaking quite yet after his injuries, but he sure the hell planned to make love to her tonight for the first time as man and wife.

Ten minutes Patrick was pulling the keycard from his pocket and guiding Rebecca into their oceanfront room. Rose petals were strewn across the bed, the wispy drapes from the open balcony doors blew in the ocean breeze, and a bucket of champagne sat on ice at their bedside along with two flutes.

Patrick chuckled. “I specifically asked for sparkling cider since you’re pregnant—I guess they upgraded us to champagne.”

“When did you bring our bags here?” Rebecca asked in surprise, her gaze falling on their suitcases.

“First thing this morning. What can I say? I like to plan ahead.”

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