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“ARE YOU SURE YOU’RE not going to stay here tomorrow night with me?” Ryan asked Sarah two days before their wedding. His bedroom was a mess, with Sarah’s clothes, shoes, and makeup scattered everywhere as she packed her things for their honeymoon.
“Of course I’m sure. It’s bad luck for you to see me the morning of our wedding.”
“According to whom?” Ryan asked dryly.
“It’s tradition or something,” she said, dumping out a pile of lingerie onto the bed as she searched through her things.
“Where did you get all that?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Don’t look!” she scolded him, stuffing some tiny scraps of satin and lace back into her smaller overnight bag. “I’m trying to organize everything. Some of it goes under my dress, some is for the wedding night, and most of it is for the honeymoon.”
“And you need that much lingerie for our honeymoon?” he asked, quirking his brow. “Because believe me, I’m planning to spend a lot of time with both of us naked. Clothing will be strictly optional.”
Sarah giggled, her hazel eyes gleaming with mischief as she glanced up at him. “You had your bachelor’s party at Anchors. When the girls took me out for drinks and dancing last weekend, we had our own little celebration. And believe me, bachelorette parties involve lots of sexy lingerie,” she teased.
Ryan practically growled from where he stood on the other side of the bed. “Is that so? Maybe I should see some of it on you now, in that case. It could be a dress rehearsal for our wedding night.”
“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?”
Her hands slid to his waist, and she unbuckled his belt. Ryan held himself above her, letting Sarah briefly take control. She unzipped his pants and a moment later, pulled his aching shaft free. It bobbed in front of him, thick and throbbing for her, and he nearly come undone feeling her soft hands gliding over him.
“Hurry,” she whispered.
Ryan pulled down her pants and thong, spreading her legs wide for him. Sitting back on the bed, her pulled her onto his lap, his cock jutting forward as it slid through her arousal. She reached forward and guided him to her entrance, and then he was finally sinking deep into her velvety walls.
“Ryan, oh God,” she whimpered.
His hands gripped her hips, holding her to him. For an instant, he wished he’d removed her top, so he could see her gorgeous breasts, but they were both too ready for him to stop now. He was buried deep inside her, exactly where he wanted to be.
Ryan began to move, thrusting slowly into her as she whimpered atop him, fisting the sheets. He slid one hand to where their sexes joined, his thumb grazing over her clit, and she cried out. Male pride filled his chest, but he didn’t speed up, just slowly thrust into her again and again until she was practically begging him for release.
Her cheeks were flushed as she looked up at him, her mouth parted, and with her legs spread wide around him, she was the most damn beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His balls began to tighten as her pussy clamped down around him, and he began moving faster, harder, bringing her closer.
“Ryan, oh God, oh God, oh God!”
His thumb slid over her clit again, and as he thrust into her faster, she screamed, bucking atop him as he chased down his own release. A beat later he was coming inside her, realizing too late that he’d completely forgot to put on a condom.
He pulled free a moment later, muttering to himself as he caught his breath.
“No condom,” she said, looking at him.
“Shit, no,” he said, shaking his head and collecting her in his arms. “I know we talked about stopping birth control after the wedding but—”
“It’s fine, baby,” she assured him. “I just got off the pill, but it takes months for a woman’s cycle to get back to normal. And we were planning to stop using any form of birth control anyway.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Of course it’s fine,” she said. “We’re getting married in two days.”
Ryan moved them in the bed, chuckling as some of her clothes fell to the floor. “So much for packing,” he said.
“This was better than packing.”
“Damn straight. I couldn’t resist making love to you one more night before you go to the hotel tomorrow. I love you,” Ryan said, holding her tighter.
Sarah’s hazel eyes met his. “I love you more.”
