Page 38 of The Princess and the SEAL

“Babe, are you there?”

You can do this, Giselle. There is nothing wrong with wanting him. Miguel didn’t deserve your virginity.

I took a deep breath—and opened the door.

Ryan’s jaw dropped, and his eyes bulged as he took in my naked body.

Ryan stunned me as well.

He was wearing a designer suit and carrying red roses.

One look at me, and he dropped the roses, slammed the door shut, and carried me to the bedroom. “Are you playing with me, Princess?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m not. I want you.”

And I meant it.

He pushed the clothes I had laid out for the date off the bed and quickly undressed himself but left on his boxer briefs.

“You look so sexy in the suit.”

“Fuck the suit.”

“Don’t we have dinner reservations?”

“We can be late. I’ll eat you instead.”

Ryan’s lips touch mine, and I sucked in a breath. He bit my bottom lip. This one kiss could last me a lifetime of loneliness. It was the type of kiss that writers in this very city wrote novels about. But this kiss wasn’t fictional; Ryan was here. And he was mine. For now.

His hand moved to cup my breast. My naked skin tingled in pleasure. How could someone from the other side of the world know how to make my body feel so good?

I gasped as he rubbed his finger over my nipple. My body was on fire, the throbbing between my legs grew deeper. I was desperate to feel him inside of me.

His tongue quickly replaced his thumb. I moaned as he kissed and sucked on my tits.

“Oh, Ryan!”

His hand slipped down between my legs, softly caressing me. No one had ever touched me there, and strength of his hand sent shivers through me.

His eyes met mine in a devilish grin as he kissed his way down my body.

Nerves rattled inside me. I tried to pull his head up. “Ryan, I’ve never done that.”

“I know. It’s okay. Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I’m just nervous. I may not like it.”

He laughed. “Oh, you’ll like it, baby.” He spread my legs wide. “You have the most beautiful pussy.”

Hearing his words made me feel so dirty.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I should stop.

He licked me slowly down my center, and the foreign sensation drove me wild. He made small strokes with his tongue as he settled between my thighs, and I arched my back in ecstasy. I stared at him pleasuring me, and the sight sent me to heaven. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the moment. This was nothing like I thought it would be. I feared I would hate it, or it would be awkward, but it was nothing like that. In a word, it was absolute bliss.

His tongue felt incredible. Pleasure built inside me. I felt like my legs would give out.

“Do you like it, Princess? Do you like it when I lick your pussy?”