SEAL Of My Heart by Sharon Hamilton Page B

Her internal muscles clamped down on him, held him as she spiraled out of control. She dug her fingernails into his back as the orgasm rocked her world, until she could feel him spending inside his protection.
    His heartbreaking cry at the loss of his control spurred her on. She found his mouth and their tongues clashed as she inhaled whatever she could gather from him. It was simply not possible to get enough. A violent series of spasms overtook him as he jerked several times and then collapsed onto her chest.
    Her heart beat wildly, pounding blood into her ears and the tips of her fingers and toes as his chest pressed against hers, matching every undulating movement she had with one of his own.
    And then he was done.
    “God, Kate,” he whispered.
    “Shhh,” she lovingly whispered into his temple. “Stay inside me? Rest, Tyler, rest inside me.” She brushed the back of his head with her fingertips, following down his spine, and then over his butt cheeks. His powerful lower back muscles still moved him within her and sent little delicious waves of further pleasure. She never wanted it to end.
    As their bodies finally unwound from each other Kate realized a new, beautiful chapter had opened in her life. A romance she’d only read in books was manifest in flesh and blood with her this day. All she wanted to do was take his passion and give him more in return.

Chapter 14
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    T yler hadn’t allowed himself to sleep, although he needed it. He wanted to remember her, the way she dreamed, the way her little finger twitched, the way the back of her hand brushed her forehead as she mumbled something in her dreams.
    Dream of me, sweetheart. Bring me with you.
    And just as he knew he could do this every day of his life, he also knew she was not his to take. The dark reality that she was confused, that there would be other powerful forces in Kate’s life who would exert pressure over her and make her question this afternoon of beautiful sex, made him shiver.
    It would have to be worth it, he decided. But he couldn’t help hoping somehow this thing between them could work.
    He felt a pang of regret that he didn’t have more than just a few days—not nearly enough time to develop a proper relationship with Kate—before he had to ship out for several months. And he’d have to be prepared for the Dear John letter he would most likely get. He’d seen what it did to guys overseas who didn’t prepare themselves for that eventuality. As much as they trained men to do the things they did, falling in love and getting stung by a relationship, and then coming unraveled while trying to save your own life and the lives of others in the killing fields, was one of the toughest things about being a SEAL.
    He’d seen good men have to leave the Teams because of a breakup at home. God, he didn’t want that to happen to him. But he wouldn’t be there to talk with her, reason with her, make her understand how incredibly wonderful and perfect she was for him. He didn’t know how to grow a relationship, but he sure as hell knew when an existing one was so totally right.
    While training was the solution to always being prepared, with love—and he was absolutely sure that’s what this was—the solution was to let it bloom, let her come to him with all the intensity she could muster, because God knew, he wanted that with her. And if she didn’t have it, she just didn’t have it. There was not a damned thing he could do about it.
    It was going to be Kate’s battle to fight on her own. While he was over there fighting the bad guys, she’d be home fighting for them.
    Her warm, soft derriere fit against him as he spooned himself behind her and held her while she slept. Their second lovemaking had been less urgent, but even more beautiful than the first. Her delicate, feminine side was reaching out to him, trusting him with her heart. He felt it pull on him with golden tethers he willingly submitted to. Whatever happened in the next days