Page 7 of SEAL Ever After

Releasing her nipple, he kissed his way down to her sex. His whiskers rubbed against her sensitive inner thighs, and then he was kissing her intimately, pleasuring her with his mouth as she lost all sense of reason.

His tongue laved through her folds, teasing her, and then he licked her clit.

Sarah cried out, arching her back as he spread her thighs wide for him.

She was open and exposed, at his complete and utter mercy. He sucked her tender bud between his lips as she writhed and whimpered for more. She was lost to everything but the feeling of Ryan. He always loved controlling her body, making her cry out and come for him, and goodness if she didn’t love the attention he bestowed on her.

His muscular arms wrapped around her legs, holding her in place, and within seconds she screamed out his name as a tidal wave of pleasure washed over her.

As she lay panting for breath moments later, Ryan collected her in his arms, holding her tightly to him. “I love you,” he said. “I hated being stuck on base without you at night.”

“I love you, too,” she whispered. “I hated being here alone.”

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Sarah awoke the next morning to the scent of breakfast cooking. Glancing at her phone on the nightstand, she saw that her alarm was going to go off in any minute. Grumbling to herself, she sleepily got up, letting the tangled sheets fall to the floor.

Ryan would have the day off after putting in crazy hours on base while one of his teams was on an op, but she still had to get to her physical therapy job. She had patients lined up all morning, and just because she’d rather sleep in and relax didn’t mean she had that option.

Groaning, she grabbed her silk robe, loosely tying the sash, and piled her hair on top of her head in a messy bun. Ryan’s side of the bedroom was perfectly neat, her own side somewhat of a colorful mess with her clothes, exercise ball, yoga mat, and hobo bag all jumbled together. Even his pajamas, if he bothered to wear them, were simple, boring plaid. Her own silky robe was a splash of bohemian color, and her lingerie was in every shade of the rainbow.

That usually ended up on the floor, too, she thought with a grin.

She padded down the hallway, wrinkling her nose at the smell of bacon. Even though she was a vegetarian, Ryan was very much a meat eater. She knew he’d have heated up her gluten-free, egg substitute quiche though.

Ryan smirked as she walked into the kitchen, probably looking like a rumpled mess, and handed her a cup of herbal tea.

“How can you look so wide-eyed and alert this early?” she asked, stifling a yawn.

“It’s called caffeine,” he commented dryly. “And I’m usually on base at oh-five-hundred. This is sleeping in for me.”

“Don’t remind me,” she mumbled. “Caffeine. Yeah. I might need some of that.”

“What happened to your seven-day detox to cleanse your toxins and center your whatever you called it?”

“Plans change,” Sarah said, setting the herbal tea on the counter and walking over to Ryan’s stainless-steel coffee maker as he chuckled. “I might need something more industrial strength this morning.”

“Wonders never cease,” he quipped.

“What’s so funny anyway?” she asked, glancing over at him before pouring a cup of steaming black coffee.

“You. You look like you were thoroughly pleasured last night.” The smug expression on his face and gleam in his eye let her know he’d be happy to do it again as soon as possible.

“Pleasured within an inch of my life,” she teased. “I need a long, hot bath this morning, not a full day of patients.”

Ryan’s phone buzzed, and he glanced down at a text while he turned off the stove, moving the pan off the hot burner.

“Is everything all right?” she asked, taking in his expression.

“Yep. I just have to go into base after all for a debrief with the team. Something unexpected came up, and they’re arriving back at Little Creek this morning. Luckily, I’m already up and dressed even though we were all off duty today. I’ll meet them there at oh-eight-hundred.”

“Bummer. I’ve got back-to-back patients this morning anyway though, so it’s not like we could be lazy in bed together.”

“Who says I’m lazy in bed?” he asked, his lips quirking.

“Touché.”

“You should switch all your patients here to the Virginia Beach office,” he said, crossing the kitchen to her. She barely came up to his shoulder and loved the way his large frame towered over her. She always felt safe with Ryan and taken care of—not that she needed a man to take care of her, but wow. She didn’t know what she’d been missing before she’d met him.

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