Page 51 of Guarded By the SEAL
Teslyn wasn’t convinced, on either count.
Worse yet, now that Pritchard was dead, it was highly unlikely they’d ever learn which member—or members—of the sheriff’s department had been involved in Marilyn’s murder. That was a thorn that was bound to stick in Teslyn’s side for many years to come.
Pritchard had continued to insist he was Teslyn’s biological father. If true, that gave her even more in common with Ivy, which could only be a good thing—Pritchard be damned.
Logan and Jax had picked up Wyatt’s truck from the marina where he’d left it, and it was waiting for them when they were finally able to leave the station and head back to Wyatt’s father’s house several hours after dark. They rode back to J.R.’s place in exhausted, companionable silence, and found Wyatt’s father waiting up for them. Jett was out cold on his lap. “I took him for a long walk,” J.R. said, scratching the pup’s neck. “He’s all tuckered out.”
“I am too,” said Teslyn, long past the point of civility and desperate for a bed. She took Wyatt’s hand and rested her forehead on his shoulder.
“I’ve got you and Wyatt set up in the guest room, second door on the right. Ivy’s asleep on the pull-out sofa in the den.”
That surprised her, but she wasn’t unhappy with the sleeping arrangements. She released his hand and headed for the bedroom. She was just coming out of the en suite bathroom when Wyatt came in.
“My dad spoke out of turn,” he said. “I’m happy to give you and Ivy the bedroom if you’d prefer that.”
Teslyn shook her head. “No. I want you with me. But I’m really tired.”
He held up a hand. “Just sleep. I promise.”
She pulled back the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, peeling off her wrinkled slacks as Wyatt used the bathroom. She slipped her bra straps from her shoulders and pulled the band down, extricating herself from it without removing her button-down shirt. She would have preferred a T-shirt to sleep in, but was too tired to go in search of one.
She must have fallen asleep, because she awoke some time later to Wyatt rubbing her back.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
She moaned, too tired to speak. It felt heavenly.
“I thought I was going to lose you today, Tess. I watched you get into that boat and I was sure I’d never see you again. I didn’t know he had a gun. I didn’t know why you’d gone with him, and I was so angry to think that this was how I’d lose you.”
She rolled over and rested her hand on his cheek. Love flowed from their point of contact, up her arm and straight to her heart. He might not feel it yet, but she knew he would in time. “You’re not going to get rid of me that easily.”
He brought her fingers to his mouth and kissed them. “I’m sorry I woke you. Get some sleep.”
“Are you?”
“Hmm?”
She scooted closer to his body and wrapped a leg over his hip. “Sorry you woke me?”
It was his turn to moan. His hand found her thigh under the covers, and skated up to her hip. “On second thought, I’m not sorry at all.” He pulled her closer and rolled toward her, pinning her with his body weight as her legs fell apart.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck and inhaled the musky scent of him. “It’s never been like this before for me.” She kissed the hollow of his collar bone.
He inhaled sharply. “Like what?”
She sighed, trailing kisses up his neck. “Beautiful.”
His hand hooked over her underwear and he brought it down her legs. “I’m crazy for you.”
She giggled, feeling giddy and overtired as she laughed at him. “That’s so corny.”
“It’s a good thing I’m secure in the bedroom,” he joked, kissing her giggling mouth. He got up on his knees and lifted the waistband of his briefs over his erection, his cock bouncing in the dim light as he pushed the fabric down his legs.
She unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her bare breasts to him but leaving the sleeves on. “I’m crazy for you, too.” She wanted to feel him inside her right then, wanted to share the intensity of this day with an equally intense lust for the man who’d saved her.
He bent his head to take her nipple in his mouth, and she lifted his face to hers. “I want you now. Please, Wyatt. I’m ready.”
He cursed softly and reached to the floor for his pants and wallet, extracting a condom and sheathing himself before settling between her legs. He filled her with one swift motion, the purest sensation of pleasure washing over her body.
