Page 30 of Married to the SEAL
This was how it would be one day, when he really got married and had a child of his own. He frowned. He didn’t want some other woman, some other child.
He wanted the ones he already had.
Without thinking, he laid his arm across her pillow and touched her hair.
Her eyes opened and locked with his in the darkness. He ran his nails along her scalp. Her hair was soft and he longed to thread his fingers through it as he kissed her. She moaned softly so he knew it felt good to her, the quiet hum of satisfaction.
“I want to lie next to you,” he said.
"Nico needs a diaper."
"I've got it."
He sat up, grabbed a clean diaper and wipes, and settled back on the bed to change the now sleeping baby. Then he scooped up the child, cradled him against his chest, and gently settled him in the makeshift bed on the floor before returning to Grace.
She lifted up the sheets for him to join her. For all the times he’d been in bed with a woman, this one felt the most right.
He pulled her into his arms. He could tell the moment she felt his erection, but she only paused for a moment before pressing her body against his from head to toe. She was warm from sleep, the scent of her heavy on her skin.
He kissed her, gently at first, her lips soft and slightly open beneath his. This was more than just lust, more than the tightening of the tension that had been humming between them since he met her.
His arms wrapped around her waist, one hand ending up on the bare skin of her back where the hem of her nightgown had been pulled up to feed the baby. It felt right that his hands should be on her nakedness, right that they’d fitted themselves against each other like the most comfortable of lovers.
Her hands snaked up his chest and around his neck, holding him to her. Her fingers slipped into the short hair at his nape and he deepened their kiss, a steady pulse beating in his groin as her squeezed her tightly against him.
He allowed himself the fantasy, this woman, this child, this night. His concern for her safety only magnified his feelings. His hand moved up her rib cage and cupped the softness of her breast, gently squeezing her nipple.
A small drop of liquid appeared beneath his fingers, a drop of warm milk, and he growled with the effort it took to keep from bending his head and tasting her with his hungry mouth.
She arched her back as a small sound of pleasure escaped her lips.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He lifted her nightgown up to her chin, exposing the glorious breasts he’d seen but never touched. Gently he took a bud between his thumb and forefinger and lightly squeezed.
She sucked in air.
This time when a drop of milk appeared, he licked it like a cat licking cream. It was sweet on his tongue and he swore softly at this new sexual dimension. He wanted to make love to her, to hear the sounds his wife made when he thrust himself inside her.
His eyes popped open.
Wife.
The annulment he planned to receive would not be forthcoming if their relationship was consummated. If he slept with her, they’d really be married.
Forever.
At least in the eyes of the Church.
And his mother.
And hell, maybe himself.
Grace’s legs spread open beneath him and his hardened cock pressed against her underwear. He could feel her damp heat through the fabric of his boxers, feel how ready she was to make love to him.
You won’t be able to get an annulment.
