Page 68 of SEAL's Spitfire
“You won’t. I want all of you.” And she arched again, pulling more of him into her. Clenching her muscles to hold him inside.
He groaned and buried himself to the hilt. She’d never been so full. He stilled, giving her a chance to get used to his size then pulled most of the way out before pushing back in, faster and harder with each thrust.
It was too much, but not enough, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Holding him closer, burning brighter and harder until the sun exploded around them as he yelled her name.
Satiated, unable to move, she felt like a puddle of pure happiness. He dropped his forehead to hers and kissed her before sliding to her side and pulling her against him.
“That was…”
“Incredible? Amazing? Mind-blowing?”
Rafe laughed. “I was going to say what true love must feel like. But they all work too.” He’d done it again, took her breath away, this time with his words.
“You’re amazing, Rafe. Just when I think I can’t love you anymore you say something like that.”
“I hope I can always make you feel that way.”
“I love you with all my heart. You’ve rocked my world in every way possible.”
“You’ve done the same for me. Given me so much more than I can explain.”
She cuddled closer and her fingers traced the scars on his chest. Someday she’d ask about them, but not tonight.
A yawn escaped and she tried to hide it against his side, but his super SEAL powers heard it.
“You need to rest.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.”
She didn’t remember falling asleep, but when she opened her eyes again, the sun was shining in through the window. Rafe’s arm was tucked around her and her head was still lying on his chest. Afraid to move, worried that she’d wake him, she stayed where she was and listened to his even breathing and his heartbeat. Strong, just like him.
Meghan had thought long and hard about what she’d do next with her life, and whether she wanted to go back to the paper and take the promotion, she’d worked so hard to get. But that would mean staying in Washington, DC when Rafe needed to be in Norfolk. She’d talked to Lizzie and Chrissy about it and they told her to follow her instincts.
Over the last few weeks, she’d made lists of pros and cons, trying to make her decision. Wondering if she gave up her earlier dream if it would come back to haunt her later. But then she reminded herself, she didn’t have to give it up. She could still write, cover stories, just do it on her own, on a blog, or website, or just put out books. As Lizzie kept reminding her, she had a great one to start with. But it wasn’t until Rafe texted that he was coming home and couldn’t wait to see her that she finally made her decision.
“I’m awake, you don’t have to pretend you’re still sleeping.” His rough and sexy morning voice sent a shiver down her spine. She was sore from last night, but she was still tempted to straddle him and see how he liked morning sex.
“Morning, big guy. You make a wonderful pillow.” The rumble of his laughter made her smile.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. How are you? Sore?”
“I’m good.”
“Meghan...”
“Okay, maybe a little sore but in a wonderful way.”
“Better. I always want the truth, sweetheart, good or bad. We’ll always get through it together whatever it is.”
“I promise, truth always. And since we’re being truthful, I really need to use the bathroom followed by a cup of coffee.”
Rafe chuckled. “Your wish is my command. I’ll go start the coffee.”
Grabbing a shower while she was in the bathroom, she met him in the kitchen in one of his Navy t-shirts she’d stolen from one of his drawers.
He had the coffee poured and ready when she walked in and was already sitting in the nook watching the birds through the window. Adding the cream and sugar to her mug, she went to sit at the table when he pulled her onto his lap.
