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RYAN DRUMMED HIS FINGERS on his desk, reviewing the last of the SITREPs before he finally headed home. It had been a hell of a long day. After briefings all morning, he’d been reading through reports all afternoon for various incidents unfolding all over the world.
It looked like he’d possibly have to send the Delta team off to the Middle East soon to deal with a new terror cell that was emerging. The Alpha team was still on standby for if and when the other woman in Mexico was located. A new lead had given them some hope, and although they’d just gotten back, he knew they’d be as eager as he was to rescue the other woman. The Secretary of Defense had called him personally at sixteen hundred today to thank the men for their work in retrieving the first kidnapped woman.
Hell.
It was a wonder that women trusted anyone these days with all the damn crazy people out there in the world. Those poor women had met the wrong guy at a club and then vanished.
Would he and Sarah have kids one day?
With the way things were going, if they ever had a daughter, he wouldn’t let her date until she was thirty. At least.
It was crazy that he’d figured he’d spend the rest of his life alone and now he was engaged to the woman he loved and thinking about starting a family with her. Having children. Becoming a father.
Sarah had practically smacked right into him when they’d first met and stolen his heart before he even knew what hit him.
One moment he’d been a lifelong bachelor, and the next? He’d looked forward to seeing her every chance he got, and when they’d finally clicked at Patrick’s barbeque that night? His entire world had been thrown off kilter, and things had never been the same since.
A knock on his door had him looking up from his computer screen.
“Congratulations,” another officer said from the doorway. “I heard you and Sarah got engaged over the weekend. Fantastic news.”
“Thank you,” Ryan said as he logged off from his computer and stood. “I’d been thinking about proposing to her for a while but couldn’t wait any longer.”
“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.
“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he said, his voice gravel.
She was already wet and ready for him, and his hands reached beneath her, cupping her bare ass as he tugged her closer. He pulled her thong down, tossing the skimpy piece of fabric aside. There was something sexy as hell at having her half naked on his sofa while he knelt before her, dressed in his uniform. Her pussy was bare to him, one breast was exposed, and she was flushed and aroused as he hovered before her.
Sarah was his. His woman. His bride-to-be. His everything.
Kissing his way up her silken thighs, he wanted to roar in approval as Sarah gasped and then grabbed onto his head, her fingernails raking into his skin. The scruff of his whiskers rubbed against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, but Ryan didn’t stop, just moved straight to her center.
“Oh God, Ryan, please,” she begged him.
His broad shoulders spread her legs wide for him, revealing her swollen sex, and then he kissed her intimately, laving his tongue through her folds, listening to her cry out in both surprise and pleasure.
She tasted sweeter than honey, and he swore that if he tasted her every night for the rest of his life it wouldn’t be enough. He licked her again, enjoying the feel of her fluttering against his mouth, then lightly thrust his tongue into her molten core as she gasped.
He wanted to consume her—to make her lost to everything except him.
He thrust his tongue in and out for a moment, loving her little moans and whimpers.
Pulling back slightly, he moved upward toward her throbbing clit. Ryan circled the swollen bud with his tongue, sliding his fingers into her sex as she whimpered. Sarah immediately clamped down around him, so hot, wet, and ready.
He flickered his tongue against her swollen bud, feeling her writhe against him. She was gasping for breath and moaning louder now, desperate for release. He slid his thick fingers in and out of her tight channel, loving the feel of her silken walls. Crooking them just so, so that he touched that tender spot inside, he finally sucked the taut bud into his mouth, and she exploded, screaming his name.
Ryan didn’t let up, enjoying her cries, and determined to wring every last bit of pleasure from her.
When she lay panting on the sofa, he pulled his cock free from his trousers, sheathed himself with a condom, and then immediately sank deep into her swollen folds. He bottomed out inside her, his balls rubbing against her ass, and his cock twitched as he held the position a moment.
Sarah’s eyes met his, the heat between them nearly consuming him. He held steady for a moment longer, and then he began thrusting, pinning her with his gaze, spearing her with his cock, unable to restrain himself any longer.
Her legs were spread wide for him, her body laid out before him, and he swore he’d never seen anything more gorgeous in his entire life. Her light brown hair was tousled around her head, her hazel eyes wide, and she looked completely lost to him.
“Ryan, oh my God,” she whimpered as he began to thrust harder. “You’re going to make me come again.”
His gaze ran down her body to where their sexes joined, his cock hardening even more at the erotic image. He ducked down and captured her cries with his mouth, his erection still buried deep inside of her. Ryan felt her inner walls beginning to tighten with each thrust, and when her body finally clamped down around him, he exploded, catching himself with both arms so he didn’t collapse right on top of her.
He pumped into her once, twice more, prolonging her orgasm and feeling her spasm around him.
“I love you,” he said gruffly as they both panted for breath.
“I love you more,” she murmured between gasps, running her hand over his face.
He captured her delicate hand in one of his own, bringing it up to his mouth. She flushed even more as he tenderly kissed her knuckles, reluctantly pulling free from her body. “Come to bed with me, sweetheart,” he said as he helped her to stand.
“I’ll go anywhere with you.”
