Page 50 of Married to a SEAL

“I was wondering why you hadn’t gotten them out of your SUV,” she said. “Of course, I was enjoying walking along the boardwalk so much, I forgot to ask.”

Patrick smiled as his new bride looked around the rest of their room. Her eyes landed on the candles beside the whirlpool tub.

“I have some very fond memories of that tub,” Patrick said. Rebecca’s cheeks began to turn pink, and Patrick felt his groin tighten. Hell if he didn’t love the way she still blushed around him.

“I may even let you watch me get undressed this time,” she said nonchalantly, walking over to the tub.

Patrick chuffed out a laugh, recalling how on their first night together he’d waited in the whirlpool tub while she got up the nerve to join him. She sure the hell had been worth waiting for.

“I may want to help you undress this time,” he said, his voice low. He crossed the room, his eyes raking over her. “Hell, I’m going to have to ask you to turn this on,” he muttered when he stood beside her. “The faucet is so low, I’d have to stand in the tub to turn it on without hurting my ribs more.”

Worry instantly crossed her face. “I’ll turn it on,” she said. “Don’t bend over and hurt yourself. You might need your energy for other things,” she added with a wink.

Patrick groaned. “Sweetheart, you’re killing me right now.”

Rebecca crouched down in her wedding dress, looking sexier than sin. The white satin fabric clung to her heart-shaped bottom, and the sexy high-heeled sandals she’d put on after the ceremony peeked out from beneath bottom of her long dress.

Patrick’s heart pounded in his chest, and his cock ached to be freed.

He was dying to strip Rebecca down, pull her into the large whirlpool tub with him, and sink straight into heaven. He couldn’t hold her up the way he wanted with his injuries, but Rebecca sitting astride his lap, legs spread as he thrust his aching cock into her silken walls was all that he needed. He’d hold her close, kissing her lips and full breasts as he claimed her.

And just when she couldn’t take anymore, he’d caress her clit with his fingers, leaving her crying out his name.

When she rose to her feet as water began filling the tub, he was instantly at her side.

“Tell me how to take this dress off,” he commanded. “As much as I’d love to rip it right off you, I imagine you might not want it ruined.”

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Patrick gaze’s heated as he looked down at her, and she turned slightly, showing him the long row of buttons down her back.

He mumbled something unintelligible as he began to fumble with them, brushing aside her hair so that he could start with the buttons hidden beneath. She coyly glanced over her shoulder at him, then tried not to laugh at the frown on his face.

“Hell. No man would ever design a dress like this,” he muttered. “It takes too damn long to take off.” She laughed but then sucked in a breath as his lips began to kiss their way down her spine after he undid each button, revealing her skin to him.

His hot lips on her bare flesh left goosebumps rippling across her skin and arousal pooling at her core. He kissed between her shoulder blades, working his way down her back as he slowly undressed her. Desire coiled down through her as Patrick’s lips brushed again over her skin.

He finally undid the very last button, his palms caressing her bare bottom as he kissed the small of her back.

Moments later she was stepping out of her dress, wearing only her heels and a lacy strapless bra and thong.

“Holy hell,” he muttered.

His hands gripped her hips, holding her close, and his fingers slid down the back of her thong, between her legs, until he’d reached her molten core. Deft fingers slid through her folds, and she was already drenched with arousal.

Desperate for his touch.

“I want you to come for me, sweetheart. Come on my fingers.”

He toyed with her folds for a moment before finding her clit, circling it with one finger just as she liked. One muscular arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer, and he removed his hand from her panties as she whimpered.

“These have got to go,” he said, his voice gruff. A second later he was ripping them off her, leaving her wearing only her bra and heels. Patrick rose to his full height, and with a quick movement, her bra was falling to the floor.

She was taller than usual in her heels, and as he pulled her back tightly against him, her head falling back against his shoulder. Patrick was still dressed in his suit, and there was something erotic and sinful about standing naked before him while his hands roamed all over her skin.

While he did whatever he wanted.

“Patrick,” she breathed as his hands cupped her breasts.

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