Page 22 of SEAL Ever After

“I don’t blame you—when you know, you know. Might as well pop the question, right?” he asked with a chuckle. “Do you two have a date picked yet?”

“Not yet,” Ryan said with a smirk. “I’d go down to the courthouse tomorrow and marry her if she’d let me, but Sarah wants a beach wedding. Flowers, bridesmaids—the whole nine yards. Neither of us wants a long engagement though, so it’ll be sooner rather than later.”

“You’ll be a new man,” he joked.

Ryan guffawed. “We’ll see about that.”

“Yep. That’s what they all say. Life is never the same again, but it’s a good thing. I’m heading out, so I’ll catch you tomorrow. Goodnight.”

Ryan nodded and grabbed his things, shaking his head. Jesus. Everyone had advice for him nowadays.

Thirty minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of his house. Climbing out of his SUV and shutting the door, he scrubbed a hand across his jaw. It was dusk, and his gaze swept the low-lit area out of habit. He probably should add more lighting out here—maybe something on a motion-sensor in case anyone was prowling around.

He didn’t usually have reason to worry, but the whole incident down in Mexico had him on alert. He hadn’t been too concerned over the weekend at the bonfire with two entire SEAL teams there, but when Sarah was alone?

He needed to remind her to take some extra precautions for the time being.

Sarah’s car was already in the driveway, and he was glad she’d already made it home from her night out with friends. She’d texted him that they were going dress shopping, and he could tell she was excited based on the string of emojis she’d added after every single text.

Ryan smirked.

He was a simple guy, with his words, actions, and even his text messages. He always cut to the chase. Sarah’s texts were as frilly and flowery as texts could be, but damn if he didn’t enjoy that about her.

She was spontaneous and spirited. And he loved how excited she was about life in general.

Typing in the numbers to the keypad on his front door, he stepped inside, frowning as he realized Sarah hadn’t set the alarm.

“Hi baby!” she called out from the living room.

Ryan dropped his things down and locked the door, setting the alarm before he walked down the hallway. Sarah was stretched out on the sofa in a tank top and skinny joggers, the pink polish on her toenails standing out against his dark gray couch. Her face was flushed with excitement, and she set down her phone as she looked up and smiled at him.

“I was scrolling through pictures of all the dresses I tried on tonight—no peeking!”

“As if I’d dare,” he said dryly, walking closer.

His gaze raked over her, and he could see her nipples poking through her top.

Hell.

She was sexy without even trying to be. He’d planned on grabbing something to eat after he walked in the door, but Sarah stretched out on his sofa like that, a combination of both sexy and sweet, was irresistible.

“How’d shopping go?” he asked, his voice gruff, and he ducked down for a kiss before she could answer. She whimpered beneath him as he deepened their kiss, and his cock hardened. He finally broke off the kiss and nailed her with a gaze, his arms caging her in. Her mouth parted as she looked up at him, her cheeks pink, and her eyes wide with arousal.

“It was fantastic—I actually found a dress I love already.”

“Let’s get married soon, baby girl,” he said. “I don’t want to wait to make you mine.” He nuzzled her neck and kissed her there, the whiskers from his five o’clock shadow rubbing against her sensitive skin. His teeth grazed her neck, and she arched into his touch.

“Ryan, God,” she murmured.

“I need you,” he said roughly.

His hands ran over her body, cupping her breasts through the thin top. His thumbs rubbed across her peaked nipples, and his erection strained against the confines of his uniform.

Damn, she was beautiful.

He wanted to pull his cock free and take her then and there, but he needed to see her coming first. He needed to hear her cries and watch her come undone for him before he took what was his.

Ryan tugged her tank top down so one breast was exposed, kissing and sucking at it as she whimpered. Ryan licked her taut nipple, teasing her, and she nearly bucked up off the sofa. His broad hands grabbed the waistband of her joggers, and then he tugged them down, revealing the satin thong she had on. Ryan growled in approval, kissing her mound through the silky fabric.

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