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PATRICK CHUFFED OUT a laugh as he heard Logan asking for more ice cream as his sister led the kids away later that night.
“Not tonight, kiddo,” Sarah said. “But when we get home, we can have a sleepover in the living room.”
Rebecca watched them go, and Patrick tugged her closer to him. A family dinner had been exactly what they needed to celebrate, but Sarah had met them to pick up the kids, and at long last, he and Rebecca were finally alone.
Patrick’s gaze raked over her again. She looked so gorgeous with her wedding gown skimming over her curves and the long locks of her hair trailing down around her shoulders. He leaned back against the side of the building and tugged her toward him, not caring about all the curious whispers and smiles of the onlookers.
Rebecca smiled, a flush spreading over her cheeks, as his hands rested intimately on the upper curve of her bottom as he ducked down for a kiss.
“Shall we go to our room for the night?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Yes. I can’t wait to collapse into bed all alone with you.”
“It kind of kills me that I can’t carry you across the threshold,” he said. “I’ve had visions of carrying you off to bed every night on our honeymoon.”
“There’s no need to injure yourself,” she said lightly. “I’m just happy you’re here in one piece. Alive. After that phone call?” She shuddered.
“Hey,” he said, brushing a strand of hair back from her face. “None of that talk tonight.”
“Can’t I be thankful you’re here and alive?” she asked.
“That you can,” he said, taking her hand. “And when I’m fully recovered and you’re over your morning sickness, we’ll take our honeymoon. Hell, I’ll carry you into our room every night then. I might not ever let you leave.”
Rebecca laughed. “You don’t need to carry me anywhere.”
“I’m a Navy SEAL. I’m supposed to be able to sweep my new bride off her feet.”
He took her slender hand in his and tugged her along down past the restaurants toward the beach, enjoying the feeling of having Rebecca at his side. A salty breeze blew in from the ocean, and he grinned.
Nothing better than a gorgeous evening at the beach with his breathtaking wife at his side.
“Congratulations!” a group of tourists shouted to them, whooping and hollering as Patrick and Rebecca strolled hand-in-hand along the boardwalk.
Rebecca smiled at them and waved, flushing at all the attention, and Patrick’s chest swelled with pride. After all this—after all they’d been through together—she was finally his.
“I rented a room in the same hotel we stayed at last year,” he said in a low voice, his lips brushing against her ear as he ducked down. “I certainly have fond memories of that night.”
Rebecca shivered against him, her breath catching. “That sounds perfect,” she said. “More than perfect.”
“We might have to make it a yearly anniversary getaway,” he suggested.
She looked up at him, and before she could say a word, he snuck in a kiss.
The very first night he and Rebecca had spent together had been the stuff fantasies were made of—an oceanfront room at Virginia Beach, where they’d made love all night long and woken up to the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore. He’d taken her again and again that night, claiming her as his. Making her cry out his name.
And he’d never tire of Rebecca’s cries of pleasure as she came in his arms.
He might not be up for an entire night of lovemaking quite yet after his injuries, but he sure the hell planned to make love to her tonight for the first time as man and wife.
Ten minutes Patrick was pulling the keycard from his pocket and guiding Rebecca into their oceanfront room. Rose petals were strewn across the bed, the wispy drapes from the open balcony doors blew in the ocean breeze, and a bucket of champagne sat on ice at their bedside along with two flutes.
Patrick chuckled. “I specifically asked for sparkling cider since you’re pregnant—I guess they upgraded us to champagne.”
“When did you bring our bags here?” Rebecca asked in surprise, her gaze falling on their suitcases.
“First thing this morning. What can I say? I like to plan ahead.”
“I was wondering why you hadn’t gotten them out of your SUV,” she said. “Of course, I was enjoying walking along the boardwalk so much, I forgot to ask.”
Patrick smiled as his new bride looked around the rest of their room. Her eyes landed on the candles beside the whirlpool tub.
“I have some very fond memories of that tub,” Patrick said. Rebecca’s cheeks began to turn pink, and Patrick felt his groin tighten. Hell if he didn’t love the way she still blushed around him.
“I may even let you watch me get undressed this time,” she said nonchalantly, walking over to the tub.
Patrick chuffed out a laugh, recalling how on their first night together he’d waited in the whirlpool tub while she got up the nerve to join him. She sure the hell had been worth waiting for.
“I may want to help you undress this time,” he said, his voice low. He crossed the room, his eyes raking over her. “Hell, I’m going to have to ask you to turn this on,” he muttered when he stood beside her. “The faucet is so low, I’d have to stand in the tub to turn it on without hurting my ribs more.”
Worry instantly crossed her face. “I’ll turn it on,” she said. “Don’t bend over and hurt yourself. You might need your energy for other things,” she added with a wink.
Patrick groaned. “Sweetheart, you’re killing me right now.”
Rebecca crouched down in her wedding dress, looking sexier than sin. The white satin fabric clung to her heart-shaped bottom, and the sexy high-heeled sandals she’d put on after the ceremony peeked out from beneath bottom of her long dress.
Patrick’s heart pounded in his chest, and his cock ached to be freed.
He was dying to strip Rebecca down, pull her into the large whirlpool tub with him, and sink straight into heaven. He couldn’t hold her up the way he wanted with his injuries, but Rebecca sitting astride his lap, legs spread as he thrust his aching cock into her silken walls was all that he needed. He’d hold her close, kissing her lips and full breasts as he claimed her.
And just when she couldn’t take anymore, he’d caress her clit with his fingers, leaving her crying out his name.
When she rose to her feet as water began filling the tub, he was instantly at her side.
“Tell me how to take this dress off,” he commanded. “As much as I’d love to rip it right off you, I imagine you might not want it ruined.”
***
PATRICK GAZE’S HEATED as he looked down at her, and she turned slightly, showing him the long row of buttons down her back.
He mumbled something unintelligible as he began to fumble with them, brushing aside her hair so that he could start with the buttons hidden beneath. She coyly glanced over her shoulder at him, then tried not to laugh at the frown on his face.
“Hell. No man would ever design a dress like this,” he muttered. “It takes too damn long to take off.” She laughed but then sucked in a breath as his lips began to kiss their way down her spine after he undid each button, revealing her skin to him.
His hot lips on her bare flesh left goosebumps rippling across her skin and arousal pooling at her core. He kissed between her shoulder blades, working his way down her back as he slowly undressed her. Desire coiled down through her as Patrick’s lips brushed again over her skin.
He finally undid the very last button, his palms caressing her bare bottom as he kissed the small of her back.
Moments later she was stepping out of her dress, wearing only her heels and a lacy strapless bra and thong.
“Holy hell,” he muttered.
His hands gripped her hips, holding her close, and his fingers slid down the back of her thong, between her legs, until he’d reached her molten core. Deft fingers slid through her folds, and she was already drenched with arousal.
Desperate for his touch.
“I want you to come for me, sweetheart. Come on my fingers.”
He toyed with her folds for a moment before finding her clit, circling it with one finger just as she liked. One muscular arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer, and he removed his hand from her panties as she whimpered.
“These have got to go,” he said, his voice gruff. A second later he was ripping them off her, leaving her wearing only her bra and heels. Patrick rose to his full height, and with a quick movement, her bra was falling to the floor.
She was taller than usual in her heels, and as he pulled her back tightly against him, her head falling back against his shoulder. Patrick was still dressed in his suit, and there was something erotic and sinful about standing naked before him while his hands roamed all over her skin.
While he did whatever he wanted.
“Patrick,” she breathed as his hands cupped her breasts.
He caressed her kneaded her, his fingers lightly moving over her nipples.
She gasped as he grunted in approval. “I love how sensitive you are for me.”
One large hand slid back to her sex, and as he widened her stance with his foot, opening her further to him, his fingers slid through her damp folds. Patrick dragged a knuckle lightly up her seam, rubbing her aching clit, leaving her needy and desperate for more.
His fingers slid to her core, teasing her as she whimpered. His mouth was hovering at her ear, whispering words of encouragement as he wound her even higher. And then he was finally right where she needed him, circling her swollen clit with thick, able fingers.
Rebecca cried out as waves of pleasure began to wash over her. Patrick squeezed her breast, his thumb flicking back and forth over her nipple as he softly caressed her clit with his other hand. He sped up his ministrations, pushing her further and further toward the precipice, and then she was falling over the edge. Coming again and again. Crying out in his arms.
“Oh my God!” she gasped, trying to regain her balance as shockwaves of pleasure continued to rock through her. “The tub!” she suddenly cried out, hearing water splashing onto the floor.
She quickly turned off the water before it completely overflowed into the room.
“That would’ve been difficult to explain to Housekeeping,” Patrick said with a smirk.
Rebecca laughed, pulling off her heels. “Your turn,” she said, pushing his suit jacket off his broad shoulders. It fell to the ground, and then Patrick was unbuttoning his shirt himself.
He shucked it off and unzipped his trousers, pushing them down along with his boxer briefs.
His thick erection sprang forward, a bead of pre-cum already forming at the head.
“Let’s get in the water,” he said, his voice gruff.
Patrick eased his way down, water sloshing over the sides as she tried not to giggle. He grabbed the package of matches beside the candles and lit them before turning on the jets to the tub.
“I have to be careful of those,” he muttered, ensuring his injury wasn’t near one.
Rebecca flushed, recalling how last year Patrick had made her come in the whirlpool. Several times.
He held out a hand to her, and then she was stepping into the whirlpool beside him.
“I forgot to pull my hair back,” she said, as she sunk down to her shoulders in the water and her hair pooled all around her.
“That’s okay, I plan to keep you really close,” Patrick said, tugging her onto his lap. His erection rubbed against her still-swollen folds, and she gasped as he moved her over him. It was easy for him to lift her in the water, without worrying about his injuries, and heat coiled within her again at the idea of Patrick making love to her.
He’s always been somewhat dominant in the bedroom, commanding and possessing her in ways she couldn’t imagine. She’d missed that closeness after his injuries.
And now?
She couldn’t wait for him to make love to her.
Patrick kissed her, his lips soft and insistent against her own. He lightly nipped at her lower lip before soothing away the sting with his tongue. Then he kissed her again, more deeply, his tongue moving against hers, lightly thrusting in and out.
His erection swelled even further between them, and she rocked herself against him, taking pleasure in the feel of his hardened length against her swollen folds.
He ducked lower, kissing one of her breasts before sucking the taut nipple into his mouth.
She cried out and writhed on top of him, his thick length driving her crazy with desire. His tongue flicked against her nipple, teasing her more, and she helplessly cried out his name. Her hands flew to her shoulders to maintain her balance, and then he was suddenly lifting her up and then ever-so-slowly sliding her back down on his shaft.
She gasped as his thick length filled her, stretching her inner walls. The base of his penis rubbed up against her swollen clit, and she bucked up against him. His muscular hands wrapped around her hips, and he began to move in a slow, torturous rhythm designed to drive her completely out of her mind.
With every deep stroke he claimed her, her sex milking his length as she clenched down around him. His shaft pushed against her clit as he adjusted his angle, and then he was moving faster. Harder. Lifting her up and pulling her down on his cock again with each and every stroke.
She cried out as she began to see stars, and then Patrick roughly ground out, “Come for me. Now.”
She screamed her release at the sudden onslaught of pure pleasure, and she was gasping, raking her nails down his back in desperation as she came again and again, her orgasm seeming to never end.
Patrick’s erection swelled even more, and then he was finishing inside her, coating her inner walls with his hot seed. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, his cock still buried deep inside her as they both gasped for breath.
Her head fell against his shoulder, and she could already feel him hardening once more, still buried inside her silken walls.
Patrick roughly ran one hand down her damp hair, shifting her slightly on his lap.
His heated blue gaze met hers as she lifted her head.
“Wow,” was all she could muster.
An expression of pure male satisfaction crossed his face. “We’re definitely making this a yearly anniversary tradition.”
