Page 36 of The Princess and the SEAL

“Don’t mention it. It was nice of you to offer to be my bodyguard and not ditch me after you met my father.”

“Well, it wasn’t completely altruistic.”

She smirked. “Oh, really? Why is that?”

“Because I’m crazy about you.”

I put down everything I was carrying and pushed her against the wall. She didn’t resist and met me kiss for kiss, stroke for stroke. I felt the edge of her panties through her dress, and I was dying to rip them off and taste her pussy, but I held myself back.

Why was I so drunk on her? Why this girl? Why now?

Fuck. I pulled myself off her. “Sorry. I can’t resist you.”

“Don’t apologize. I love kissing you.”

But I wanted more.

I brushed her hair out of her face. “Hey, why did you say we should go to Paris?”

She pursed her lips. “Forget it. It was a slipup.”

“Wait, now you don’t want to go with me?”

“No, I do. It would still be fun. But…”

I took her hand and gazed into her eyes. “But what? Tell me.”

“This may seem silly, but I have always wanted to go to Paris with a boyfriend. I’ve never had a boyfriend, and I know I’m engaged, and it’s weird and all, but I’d love to go to Paris with you. We could stroll along the Seine, dine at a romantic bistro, visit the Louvre, kiss at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Well, maybe not that since there are a ton of paparazzi there. Still, I think we could have fun.”

Paris is for lovers.

I didn’t know even where I’d heard that phrase, but it rang in my head.

And maybe, if I took her to Paris, we would become lovers.

At first, taking her virginity seemed like a sleazy goal, even to me. But now, there was more to it. I liked her . . . I cared about her.

I wanted to know what it would be like to sleep with someone I had feelings for. I hadn’t even known that I was capable of having feelings for a woman; back in San Diego, I was deployed continuously. Even if I wanted to start a relationship with a girl, I never had the time.

Well, I still didn’t have the time. We had less than a week together.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. “Let’s go.”

She bit her lip. “To Paris? Now?”

I leaned in and kissed her again. This time more intimately, slower, lovingly. My cock was so hard it was painful. I needed her.

“Tomorrow morning. With me. Let’s go fall in love.”