Page 58 of Married to a SEAL

He held her closely to him as he carried her to the blanket under the tree by the patio. The air still smelled like charcoal and summer, and it was one of those damn perfect nights you never wanted to end.

“Be careful,” Rebecca said, reminding him of his injuries. There were scars on the left side of his abdomen now, but he’d been in rehab for two months and was finally cleared to return to active duty.

He had other wounds over the years, from other minor injuries.

Carrying her small frame in his arms was nothing.

“It’s healed,” Patrick said. “And nothing’s going to stop me from carrying you to bed.”

“We’re not in bed.”

He growled, gently laying her down on the blanket, hovering over her body as his arms caged her in. She was his. He stopped any further protests with a kiss and wanted to laugh at her worry. Hell. She’d noticed the stitches in his arm when they’d first met. He’d ducked from sniper fire and escaped roadside bombs before, jumped out of airplanes. Swam in choppy, dark waters.

Not that he could ever reveal all the details of his deployments to her.

The more recent scars he’d obtained from an IED had taken longer to heal from—but he was rearing to go now. Back on active duty and back to making love to his wife every night. His recovery had unintentionally aligned with her morning sickness—and now that they were both feeling better?

All bets were off.

“No one seemed surprised tonight when we told them I was pregnant,” Rebecca said, momentarily stopping their kisses. “Not everyone knew yet.”

Patrick gazed down at her, waiting for her to continue.

“I’m showing so early this time!”

“You look perfect,” he said.

“God, Brianna is several months further along than me, but I look so much bigger than her.”

“It’s her first baby,” Patrick said, lying beside her on the blanket, his head propped up with his hand. “You told me yourself women show earlier with subsequent pregnancies.”

“I know, I know.”

“And I already told you how perfect you are,” he said, letting his large hand rest atop her belly. He rubbed it gently, knowing it was too soon to feel any kicks, to feel anything. His gaze slid up.

“Pull down the straps on your dress,” he said gruffly.

Rebecca blushed, but slowly slid the spaghetti straps down her arms. He couldn’t wait to undress her himself, and he helped slide the straps down with calloused fingers.

He gently tugged the upper portion of her dress the rest of the way down, watching her swollen breasts spill over the top.

So fucking sexy.

Her nipples were rosy pink against the creaminess of her full breasts, like ripe strawberries just waiting for him to taste. Suck on. Lick again and again.

He ducked lower, burying his face in her breasts as she breathed in abruptly. Her sweet fragrance filled his nostrils, and he had to pause for a moment, thankful he was here. Alive. He could barely even recall the explosion that had rendered him unconscious, leaving shrapnel in his side. Didn’t remember his men dragging him onto the waiting Black Hawk. But when he’d woken up in a hospital in Landstuhl? All he could think of was her.

Coming home.

Finally making her his wife.

Rebecca’s hands went to his head, holding him there. He began kissing her breasts softly, reverently, loving the little whimpers she made. He softly kissed his way around one areola, enjoying the way his wife still squirmed at his touch. Gently, he laved his tongue across her rosy nipple, knowing how sensitive she’d been lately.

She moaned and arched up on the blanket, inadvertently pushing her breasts closer.

He sucked one nipple into his mouth, tonguing it lightly as she bucked up off the ground. Cried out softly. Her nails bit into his shortly cropped hair.

His cock grew uncomfortably hard, but this was about her now.

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