Page 31 of Married to the SEAL
It was everything he’d been taught since he was a little boy, and while some of the tenets of his religion had fallen by the wayside as he grew up and got older, the sanctity of marriage was not one of them.
He teetered on the edge of decision, but when he would’ve pulled back, Grace sucked on his bottom lip, filling him with need. The force of it controlled him, commanded he comply, and he pushed her against the bed, his hips straining against her most intimate places.
He could have been a teenager, grinding fully clothed against a woman for the first time. He was so turned on and excited, every muscle at the ready, knowing he was gone. She lifted her mouth from his, exposing her neck. He sucked lightly on her skin, loving the taste of her and the musky scent of her body.
He had to have her. He slipped his hands into her panties, grabbing her ass cheeks and squeezing her tightly against his ready erection. Then her hands were between them, frantically working the buckle of his jeans.
He’d never been so turned on, so desperate to make love to a woman as this. But the consequences of their union clamored in his brain, forcing him to face what he was about to do. He had to stop before he was inside her, all reason and justification lost to pleasure.
With the very last shred of willpower he possessed, he moved over her and stripped her of her panties, then his hands were doing what he longed to do with the rest of his body, exploring her recesses and smooth flesh, wet from wanting him as much as he wanted her. He tasted her with his tongue and her hips came off the bed.
He wanted to see her lose control. He made love to her with his mouth, his fingers slipping inside of her and stroking the sensitive area on the front of her tight channel.
“I need you inside me,” she said.
He grabbed one full tit in his hand and teased her sensitive peak, sending her over the edge.
He moved beside her and held her in his arms. She reached down and stroked him, squeezing his shaft. He groaned and put his hand over hers. “Don’t.”
“Why not?”
“If we make love, we can’t get an annulment. Isn’t that what we want?”
She didn’t answer, but burrowed her head in the crook of his arm.
“Grace?”
“Yes. We want an annulment.”
21
Her breathing was slowly returningto normal. Her body was tingling all over despite the crush of Matteo’s words on her heart.
It was stupid they hurt her feelings at all. They’d only known each other a week. What did she think would happen? That he would suddenly be desperate to commit his life to her forever?
He moved to get up.
“Stay in the bed with us,” she said.
“Okay. I’ll just get the baby.”
He kneeled on the bed, placing Nico beside her and climbing in after him.
He was so good with her child, everything a woman could ask for in a husband. Was it her fault she was getting caught up in this charade? That she wanted it to continue?
This isn’t about the baby, and you know it.
She liked Matteo enough herself to want him to stick around, and that was before he blew her mind in bed. If that was him holding back, what would it be like if they really made love?
Don’t torture yourself. It’s never going to happen.
She was tired and she felt sleep trying to take her, but she fought it, not wanting this night to end. She needed to savor every sensation before she forgot how good his body felt on hers, the strength of him as he flipped her over and followed her down, the hard ridge of his erection pressing into the softness between her legs.
He’s right, and you know it.
None of these things were enough to base a marriage on. But life was so complicated and difficult lately, and Matteo was so damn solid and good. Not to mention, he had a body that could stop traffic. Of course a woman like her would want a man like that to stick around.
He touched her hair again and she turned her head to see him.
