Chapter 5

 

Patrick walked down the hallway to Rebecca’s kitchen that evening after tucking his son into bed in the guest room. Abby had already been asleep for half an hour, worn out from their afternoon at the ocean, and the rest of the evening they’d have alone.

Hell.

The weekend was only half over, and he was already dreading going onto base Monday morning. Normally he relished the thrill of a new operation, of their potential deployment, but now for the first time, he almost felt like he was missing out here.

For a guy who’d given his entire life to the Navy, that came as somewhat of a surprise.

Rebecca stood at the sink, filling her glass with water, and his heart caught for a moment as he watched her. Her flowy skirt fell to her knees, and she had a pretty pink tank top on with those tiny little straps he loved. So damn feminine and sexy. His eyes traveled down her shapely legs to her bare feet, her toes painted a similar shade of pink.

Barefoot and pregnant, he thought with a smirk.

His.

She took a long sip of water, he wavy brown hair cascading down her back, and he stopped behind her, wrapping his around her waist and pulling her close.

He kissed the top of her head, breathing in her floral scent.

The evening sun shone in through the window above the sink, but the gauzy curtains Rebecca had picked out blocked any neighbors from seeing in. Gave them the privacy he wanted.

His groin tightened.

“I may have to deploy soon,” he said in a low voice, gauging her reaction. He glanced down over her shoulder and saw her chest momentarily rise in surprise. Felt her body stiffen. The swells of her breasts peaked out beneath her tank top, and from his prime position as he towered above her, he could see the hint of the lace on her bra. Her irresistible cleavage.

She was so damn sexy.

“Oh really?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant. The worry was evident in her voice.

“Probably not for a week or so,” he said easily. “The CO let me know earlier that we have an important briefing on Monday morning. I didn’t get a chance to fill you in at the beach. Plus with the kids around, I didn’t want Logan to be upset. The older he gets, the more he understands about where I go and what I do.”

“Do you have any idea how long you’ll be gone?”

“Tough to tell. Maybe a week. Maybe more.”

His hands rose to her slender shoulders, kneading away some of the tension. Loving the feel of her silken skin.

“I always worry when you go,” Rebecca said softly. “And now….”

“I know. Everything’s changing. But I promise you I’ll be safe. I can’t reveal any details of a pending operation to anyone—hell, I don’t even know the specifics myself yet. But you know I’ll always come back to you.”

“I know, Patrick. And I know you’ll be okay.”

He pressed closer to her, wrapping his arms around her again, so that she could feel his erection prodding against her bottom. He ducked lower, nipping at her ear. “You are so damn beautiful. I hate being away from you.”

“Patrick,” she breathed, her chest rising again in an entirely different way as he grazed his teeth over the tender skin on her neck.

“Mmm-hmm?”

His hands found her breasts, and then he was kneading them through the cotton of her tank top. He gently tugged her thin straps and bra down, her full breasts spilling out over the top. Her round globes were pale, the nipples a dusky pink. So fucking gorgeous.

She was perfect.

His fingers lightly brushed across her nipples as she gasped. Relaxed back against him. He brushed his fingers again over the taut buds and then palmed her breasts, enjoying how they filled his large hands. How she whimpered slightly as he touched her.

“You’re even more sensitive now,” he growled, male pride surging through his chest as she reacted to his touch.

“I know,” she breathed, her bare breasts rising up and down with each breath. He caressed her breasts gently, growing even harder as she arched back, pressing her breasts further into his hands.

“I want to take you like this,” he said, “right here in the kitchen. Every night when I’m gone, and you’re getting the kids dinner, I want you thinking of me making love to you right here by the window. Bending you over the sink in that sexy little skirt. Claiming you. Making you mine.”

“Someone might see,” she gasped as he tugged her skirt up, his calloused hands grazing her thighs.

“The curtains are closed. It’s daylight outside. No one can see in.”

His fingers slid down the front of her panties, over her soft curls, and she was already wet for him. His thick fingers eagerly traced through her folds, slickened by her arousal, and she gasped and squirmed against him. His other hand cupped one full breast, and he lightly kneaded it as his fingers toyed with her clit.

Her hands flew to the counter to steady herself, and he circled the fleshy nub faster with his fingers, spreading her arousal around, driving her higher.

“Patrick,” she gasped, arching back against him. He tightened his arms, one large hand on her breast, the other still in her panties, caressing her clit. “Oh God! Oh God!” she cried out, her breathing frantic.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Right now,” he commanded.

Rebecca detonated, her sex flooding with arousal as he continued to squeeze her breast and run his fingers in circles over her sensitized skin.

“Oh!” she cried out again, coming even harder, and male pride surged through him. She was so fucking beautiful when she came, all flushed skin and quiet cries of pleasure. She might be poised and professional most of the time, but around him? He wanted to roar in approval when he made he completely come undone.

He removed his hand from her panties, and Rebecca leaned over the counter, gasping, while he tugged her panties down. “Are you okay like this?” he asked gruffly. “Since you’re pregnant?”

“Yes,” she pleaded. “Hurry.”

He unzipped his pants and pulled his aching erection free, running his hand once over his hardened cock. Pushing even closer to her, he let his rigid length brush against her swollen folds. It was sexy as hell taking her like this from behind, right here in the kitchen.

She was his. Always. And so damn beautiful it practically hurt just to look at her.

Rebecca gasped as he again rubbed his cock against her sex, the tip of his swollen head brushing against her clit. “Spread your legs,” he commanded, loving the way she let him always take the lead in the bedroom.

Or kitchen, he thought with a smirk.

He pushed into her in from behind in one solid thrust, listening to her gasp at his invasion, loving the feel of her silken walls tightening around him. She was so hot, wet, and ready for him that he was dying to buck into her and chase down his own release. But his hand slid to her clit, and he lightly rubbed her as he began slowly thrusting in and out. Teasing her. Making her desperate for more.

Rebecca was already climbing again, her little gasps and whimpers giving her away. He fucking loved pleasuring her, making her come over and over again. He could never get enough of making love to her. Thankfully she responded to his attention, giving herself to him again and again.

He thrust deeper and felt her walls beginning to tighten around him. A moan escaped from her lips and she bucked back against him, lost in her own desire.

“That’s it,” he murmured in a low voice, his hands palming her breasts as he took her from behind.

He curled his muscular body around her feminine one. Kissed her neck, inhaling that sweet floral fragrance that was hers. “Come for me, sweetheart. Only for me.”

He began to thrust faster as he slid in and out of her slickened walls, feeling his balls begin to tighten at his own impending release. He ground his teeth, intent on letting her find her own release first. Determined to make her come on his cock.

His fingers circled her swollen clit as he thrust deeply into her silken walls, and Rebecca suddenly screamed, spasming against his fingers and around his thick length. He thrust into her again and again, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her.

As she cried out a second time, her walls continuing to milk him, he finally released, his hot seed coating her inner walls.

Marking her.

Claiming her again as his.

Rebecca gasped, practically falling onto the counter, and he pulled free, lifting her into his arms. He was still half hard, but he carried her to the bedroom, loving the pink flush across her cheeks. The rosiness of her nipples as he gazed down at her full breasts.

He’d take her again in the bedroom.

Slowly.

Until she was begging him to make her come again.

He’d hold her until she was asleep in his arms. Until he’d convinced her she had no reason to worry.