Page 62 of Married to a SEAL

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

His large hand came to a rest on her belly, a look of male pride crossing his face. “I still can’t believe my child is growing inside you.”

“Believe it—I was throwing up for weeks and weeks.”

“I know—and I hated there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to fix it.”

“Spoken like a typical man.”

“Typical?” he asked, cocking a brow.

“Not so typical,” she rephrased, yawning despite herself. “But men always want to solve problems, right? Especially Navy SEALs intent on getting their own way.”

“I have been known to be rather persuasive,” he agreed. He glanced at the small clock on the bathroom counter. “Hell, it’s after three in the morning. Let’s get back to bed.”

“No more nightmares?”

“No more nightmares. Besides, I’ve got you to scare them off for me.”

Her cheeks warmed, thinking of how ridiculous that sounded. Like a big, tough Navy SEAL needed anyone to scare off anything for him. “I’ll do my best,” she said lightly.

“Maybe you could provide me a bit of a distraction,” he suggested, heat in his eyes.

Her eyes slid over his broad pectorals, wide shoulders, and muscular arms. Patrick ducked down, his lips meeting hers in a kiss, and then he was easily lifting her into his arms. Holding her against his solid, muscular chest. Carrying her to bed.

He placed her down gently in the darkness, the soft, silken sheets beneath her. She shivered in delight as Patrick’s lips met hers again, his arms caging her in. His thick erection nudged against her stomach, still beneath his pajama bottoms, and she felt arousal pooling at her center.

And after he’d removed their pajamas and the weight of his large frame settled over hers, soon everything else was forgotten.

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