Page 30 of SEAL Ever After

“No way,” Sarah said, shaking her head. “This is for my husband’s eyes only.”

Ryan’s skin heated. “In that case, we could just run down to the courthouse tomorrow and skip the whole shebang. In fact, I think I know a judge I could call tonight….”

“Not a chance,” Sarah teased, walking around the bed toward him. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him, and he wanted to haul her into bed right then and there but knew she needed to pack. Still, with her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, a slim tank top that hugged her bare breasts, and those slim joggers she loved, she managed to look sexy as hell.

Jesus.

The woman could wear a brown paper bag and probably look good.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, catching the expression on his face.

“Nothing. And I’ll let you pack. I’ll miss having you in bed with me tomorrow night though.”

“Me too,” Sarah assured him. “But it’s just one night, because Saturday we’re getting married. We’re getting married!” she yelled, throwing her arms up in the air and twirling around in circles. “Can you believe it?”

Ryan’s lips quirked. “Well yeah, I can believe it since I proposed to you and was involved in planning the wedding.”

“Oh, you’re no fun,” she pouted. “I mean can you believe our big day is finally here? It’s crazy!”

“It’s about damn time,” he countered. “I waited too long to make you mine.”

Sarah looked up at him, and he swore he felt his heart catch for just a beat. With a few tendrils of loose hair framing her face, the row of delicate earrings she always had in each ear, and her cheeks flushed with excitement as she looked at him, he swore he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

He couldn’t even imagine watching her walk down the aisle toward him. He didn’t consider himself an emotional man, but damn.

The thought of Sarah in her wedding dress about to become his was more than he could handle.

“So did you pack for the honeymoon yet?” Sarah asked, breaking whatever trance she’d put him under.

“Not yet—that’s what tomorrow is for.”

“Well don’t forget,” she said.

Ryan chuffed out a laugh. “As if I could forget whisking you away and having you all to myself for a week? Not a chance.”

“Maybe not that part, but I do believe you could forget your clothes,” she teased.

Ryan paused a beat, raising his eyebrows, and then he pounced. He swept her up into his arms as she shrieked with laughter and held her close to his chest. “Clearly you don’t know me very well at all,” he murmured in a low voice, his lips at her ear. Ryan didn’t miss the way Sarah shivered, and he wanted to roar in approval.

“Of course I’m prepared, baby girl. I’m a damn Navy SEAL. I’m prepared to marry you in two days in front of all our friends and family, and I’m prepared to whisk you away on the honeymoon of your dreams.”

“Sounds promising so far,” she said breathlessly.

He carefully laid her down on his bed, amongst all her clothes, and ducked down, not missing her slight gasp. He pinned her wrists above her head, kissing her tenderly. “And right now, I’ve had enough packing,” he said, nipping at her rosy lips.

“Ryan…,” she whispered.

“I want your pleasure, sweetheart,” he said, his voice gravel. “I want you crying out my name, and I want to sink so deep inside you, you won’t know where I stop and you begin.”

“God, yes,” she pleaded. “One last time before our wedding night.”

Ryan growled in approval and moved his lips down, kissing her neck. He lightly grazed his teeth over her tender skin, feeling her arch up against him, but still held her wrists down, demanding all control. “You’re mine, sweetheart,” he said huskily. “I’ll make love to you tonight, and the next time it will be with you as my wife.”

He released her wrists, and her hands flew to his head, holding him to her as he kissed his way down to her breasts. Sarah gasped beneath him, and he kissed her nipples right through her tank top. They were pert and so ready for his touch.

“Don’t make me wait, baby,” she pleaded.

“You’re ready now?”

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