Page 7 of Married to a SEAL

Chapter 3

Rebecca awoke the next morning to sunlight coming in through the slats of the blinds and the scent of bacon sizzling. She rubbed her eyes, glancing over at the clock on the nightstand. The numbers read 8:04, and she did a double take, looking at it again in disbelief. The last time she’d slept that late was…college? Not even during Law School, because she’d had so much work to do. And never in the past few years because she’d had first a baby, then toddler, then preschool aged daughter filled with endless energy.

Patrick no doubt would’ve been up early as usual, but for her to sleep this late?

It never happened.

Her silk robe was lying on the bed next to her, and she smiled.

Patrick.

Even though the kids were clearly in the kitchen with him having breakfast, she was relieved. Waking up to two little ones standing at the bed wondering why she was buck naked under the covers wouldn’t be her first choice of how to get up in the morning.

And she’d been completely out after Patrick had woken her in the middle of the night for a second round of lovemaking. She’d fallen asleep right on top of him, and there’d been something erotic as hell at waking up to him still buried inside her, his muscular hands running over her bare back and bottom, his cock rock-hard inside of her. As soon as she’d moaned in pleasure, moving slightly above him, he’d been gliding in and out of her still-slickened walls. Easing her up and down his shaft. They’d drowsily made love as he’d given her several more orgasms and then drifted back to sleep, entwined in one another’s arms.

Goodness.

She wanted to blush just thinking about all the times he’d made her come again and again last night. At how she’d cried out his name in the darkness. He’d always been insatiable, and heavens if she didn’t love all the attention he gave her. Both in the bedroom and out.

He was protective and possessive with her but always managed to also make her feel completely cherished and adored. She blushed just thinking about the different ways he’d commanded her body, taking control of their lovemaking as his muscular body dominated hers, making her cry out his name in sheer ecstasy.

She’d never felt that way with another man before—so completely lost in him. He’d have her breathless and pleading within minutes, and he’d just be getting started.

He made her feel beautiful, like he couldn’t ever get enough of making love to her.

The whipped cream had been somewhat unexpected, she thought with a blush, and she knew she’d be embarrassed anytime she ever bought a can again.

Funny how the most innocent of treats could turn decidedly more erotic in the bedroom.

The sound of a pan crashing to the floor in the kitchen got her attention, and she slipped on her robe. After pulling on a clean pair of panties, she tied the sash tightly and wandered down the hall toward the kitchen.

“Hi Mom!” Abby said with a huge smile. “We’re having chocolate chip pancakes.”

“We always have to eat healthy food,” Logan chimed in. “I learned that at school, but Dad said it was okay to have something special on the weekend.”

“Hear! Hear!” Rebecca said, trying not to smile as Patrick slid a pancake onto the counter instead of a plate by mistake. “Chocolate chip pancakes are the best.”

“Hear what?” Abby asked.

“Hear! Hear! means I agree with you.”

“Yeah,” Logan said. “She heard what you said and liked it.”

“I didn’t know,” Abby said, stuffing more chocolate chip pancakes pieces into her mouth. “I thought—”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Rebecca said, taking the steaming cup of black coffee that Patrick handed her. His cool clue eyes sparked as he gazed down at her, and she knew he was remembering their night in bed as well.

She wrinkled her nose as she took a sip of the dark roast.

“I thought you liked your coffee black and super strong,” Patrick said, raising his eyebrows.

Rebecca set the cup back down on the counter. “I just feel a little queasy this morning. Normally I do love it that way. I think I’ll make myself a cup of tea instead.”

“I can make it,” Patrick said. “I’m on breakfast duty.”

He plated the bacon he’d finished cooking and turned to the cupboard to procure a new mug. Rebecca padded across the room and grabbed a box of tea from the pantry. “I didn’t even know you had tea,” he said.

“That’s because normally I’m a coffee girl,” she said, sashaying her hips slightly as she walked. Patrick’s gaze heated as he watched her move across the room in her silk robe. Although she’d knotted it tightly since the kids were around, she knew the material clung to her breasts. And if Patrick’s appreciative gaze was any indication, he’d be undressing her right now if the children weren’t around.

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