Page 57 of Married to a SEAL

Chapter 17

“I love calling you Mrs. Foster,” Patrick said gruffly, male pride filling his chest as he gazed over at his new wife in their backyard.

The last members of his SEAL team and their girlfriends had left after the barbeque, and the kids were asleep in bed. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, sending its last rays of golden light across the grass, and the slight breeze from the ocean a few blocks away filled the air with the scent of salt and sand.

His wife.

Hell.

A couple of years ago he never thought he’d want to get married again, let alone actually do it—and now he couldn’t imagine life without Rebecca at his side.

She turned to him, a blush spreading across her cheeks as waves of her soft brown hair blew gently in the breeze. Warm brown eyes met his. She was so damn beautiful, that sexy sundress she had on hugging her swollen breasts, just skimming over the burgeoning bump of his child growing inside her.

Waves of protectiveness washed over him—his.

His wife.

His baby.

Fuck, he wanted to lie her down in the backyard right now and claim her—run his hands over her soft skin, gently caress her sensitive breasts and kiss her all over while she trembled, and then fill her completely as they made love. As he left her breathless and clinging to him, crying out his name as she came.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she teased.

“Can’t I admire my wife?” he asked, stalking closer. “I’ve had to keep my hands off you all night.”

“Someone will see us,” she admonished. But her eyes lit up with arousal.

“It’s a fenced in backyard,” Patrick commented dryly. “And you know I’d never let anyone see you,” he said. “You’re all mine.”

“What if the kids wake up?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Both of them sleep like babies.”

Rebecca laughed. “You and I both know babies don’t sleep. Whoever came up with that notion clearly never had children of their own.”

He smirked, walking closer. “And we have months and months before we have our own little one. For now, I plan to fully enjoy having you all to myself.” He came to a stop in front of her. Wrapped his hands around her hips.

He towered above Rebecca’s much smaller frame—and he fucking loved it. She was so small, soft, and feminine compared to his own muscular frame. Curvy against the hard planes of his physique. Soft and welcoming everywhere he was hard. And he couldn’t keep his hands off her when no one else was around.

Couldn’t stop himself from brushing his hands over her feminine curves or pulling her into his arms. Every touch with her felt like the first night they were together—in the hotel room on the beach with waves crashing outside their balcony. They’d made love all night, and that was when he knew she’d captured a piece of his heart. She’d stolen it from the moment they’d met and hadn’t even known it.

“So we better take advantage of this time now,” he said coolly, ducking lower to brush a kiss against her full pink lips. He kissed her slowly, the way she liked, letting his tongue softly tease her.

She whimpered slightly, and he felt his cock twitch.

“Because,” he said, moving his lips down her jawline, enjoying the way she still trembled at his touch. “In six months….” He kissed the sensitive spot below her ear, inhaling her floral fragrance. Loving the catch of her breath.

“We’ll have a baby. Our baby.”

His teeth grazed her neck as she melted against him.

Full breasts pressed against his muscular chest, her nipples firm with arousal. His hard cock nudged against her stomach. Her entire body was practically melded to his.

Fuck yeah.

“And although our baby will take up our time in the best of ways, I want to enjoy my wife right now.”

He ducked down and scooped Rebecca into his arms as she squealed in surprise.

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