Page 41 of Married to the SEAL
Angry with himself, he dried off and dressed in the dark before reentering the bedroom. She was in one bed, under the covers. He slipped into the other and stared at the ceiling.
He lay awake for hours, planning what he’d do now. When they got back to the house, he would move his makeshift bed to the other side of the room so he would no longer be able to see her with the baby at night.
He’d be polite and courteous to her, but he would work to keep the conversations impersonal and avoid being alone with her whenever possible.
No more dinner dates.
No more fucking champagne.
It was the only way he was going to make it until the election without having sex with her.
Many, many times.
When sleep came, it was fitful and full of dreams of her, so that when she walked from her bed to the bathroom several times, he thought he must be dreaming.
Then he heard her whimper.
He threw the covers back and went to the bathroom door. “Are you okay?”
She cleared her throat. “I’m fine.”
He walked back to his bed and sat on the edge, confused.
Was she upset about the attack in the restaurant? Sometimes he forgot regular people weren’t used to this shit. Of course she would be upset.
She came back to the room and climbed into her bed.
“I know how hard it is. You experienced quite a shock tonight,” he said.
“That’s not the problem.”
“Then what is it?”
She sighed heavily. “If you must know, I had my pump with me in my bag at the restaurant.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” She rolled over in her bed.
She’d said that was painful. “Is there anything else you can do?”
“I’m not having this conversation with you.”
“Why not? I’m only trying to help.”
“Because you don’t get to have it both ways, Matteo. You don’t get to turn me down and close the door on me and make me feel like day-old bread, then turn around and be my helper again. You don’t want me? Fine. Just leave me the hell alone.”
“You’re in pain. I hate to see you hurting.”
She sighed heavily. “Oh, for goodness’ sake, drop the saintly protector bullshit.”
“It’s not bullshit. I want to help you.”
“I hate to ruin your hero complex, but unless you have a hungry infant, there’s nothing you can do.”
Unless he used his mouth on those luscious tits of hers. His cock leaped to life.
Oh, fuck.
