Page 5 of Married to a SEAL

“Shhh, you’ll wake the kids.”

“Not our kids,” he protested. “They sleep like the dead.”

“Amen to that. Did you eat yet?” she asked, walking down the hallway toward the kitchen. His gaze lowered to watch the way her hips swished back and forth in that slim skirt as she walked away. The way the fabric hugged her ass was a sight to behold. Hell, she could show up in sweat pants and a tank top and still manage to look sexy as hell, he thought with a smirk.

Rebecca grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a long sip before sinking down into a chair at the kitchen table.

Patrick grabbed the chair beside her, stretching his long legs out. “I grabbed something on the way home. I knew you’d already eaten and after hours on the water, I was starving. Are you feeling okay?” he asked, his voice edged with concern as she raised a hand to her forehead.

“I just felt dizzy for a second.” She closed her eyes briefly then shook her head as if trying to clear it. “I’m fine. I think I’m just tired. I had a long day before I met up with Alison—I skipped lunch, then spent the afternoon prepping and in court.”

“Want me to go pick up something?”

“No, no, I’m fine now. I don’t know what that dizzy spell was about. I had crab cakes at the restaurant and those amazing breadsticks that I love. Then we split a strawberry shortcake for dessert.”

“Strawberry shortcake, huh?”

“What’s wrong with strawberry shortcake?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it. I just had this mental image of you, in bed, covered in whipped cream and strawberries.”

Rebecca raised her eyebrows, a smile playing on her lips. “And what happens next?”

“The sweetest damn thing I ever imagined.” His lips quirked up again as color rose in her cheeks. “First I feast on the strawberries and whipped cream—and then I feast on you.”

“Navy SEALs really are prepared for anything, huh? That plan seemed to come out of nowhere. Or was that something you’ve been dreaming up for a while?”

“I’m prepared to help you out of that suit,” he said with a grin. “I could even carry you to the bedroom if you think you might have another dizzy spell. And the whole strawberries thing was sort of a spur of the moment plan. A plan I’m very much interested in implementing.”

He rose and hovered over her, loving the flush that spread over her cheeks and the spark of arousal in her eyes as she gazed up at him.

“Patrick—”

He ducked down and gripped her slender waist, easily lifting her up and over his shoulder, chuckling as he held her that way, caveman style. “You can’t be too careful,” he admonished as she squealed in surprise. “One brief dizzy spell might require some extensive mouth-to-mouth. I might even need to examine every square inch of you to make sure you’re okay.”

“And you carrying me around like this is supposed to help?”

“It’s the quickest way to get you to bedroom, ma’am.”

His arm locked around her waist held her in place over his shoulder as he turned and purposefully strode out of the kitchen, shutting the light off behind him as he moved down the hall.

Rebecca laughed as he shifted her into his arms, holding her against his chest. Her breasts rose and fell enticingly beneath her blouse, and his cock hardened. He couldn’t wait to undress her slowly in the bedroom. Then he’d kiss her all over, making her come for him and cry out his name.

Male pride filled his chest at the way Rebecca always responded to his touch. At the way she yielded to him again and again, crying out in ecstasy as he claimed her.

It felt like he could never get enough of making love to her, and she was always more than happy to receive his attention.

Patrick set her down in front of the bed, one hand resting on her hip as she wobbled slightly in her heels. Slowly he began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her creamy skin, feeling her tremble at his touch. Her cleavage spilled over the cups of the white lace bra she had on, and as he continued moving down, his knuckles skimming over the soft swell of her stomach, he could see her nipples pebbling. He cupped one breast through the lace, letting his thumb rub back and forth over her nipple, loving the small gasp that escaped her lips.

He ducked lower and kissed her, his tongue demanding entrance as he backed her toward her bed. His thumb rubbed over her nipple again, and she moaned against him. Parted her lips as his tongue thrust inside. She was probably already wet with arousal now, so ready for him, and he was dying to part her creamy thighs and taste her. Tease her. Kiss her intimately until she was crying out his name.

“Where’s the zipper?” he asked gruffly, his hands roaming over her backside as he attempted to take off her skirt.

“On the side,” she said, breathless, reaching over and sliding it down. He clumsily tried to assist, and her skirt pooled at her feet an instant later, revealing sexy lace panties that matched her bra. Her creamy flesh was a sight to behold, and with her brown waves cascading around her, she looked like a goddess sent to tempt and torment him.

And she was his.

Patrick lifted her into his arms, palming her ass through her lace panties as her legs wrapped around his waist. Slender arms wound their way around his neck, and her full breasts were pressing against his chest. He groaned as he felt her hot center rubbing up against his erection. The heels from her shoes dug into the backs of his thighs, but he needed her closer.

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