Page 53 of The Princess and the SEAL

His eyes watered and his lips opened. I hoped, I prayed, that he would tell me that he loved me, too.

But he didn’t say a word.

He grabbed me by the waist and kissed me fiercely. He pinned me to the wall as rubbed my nipples.

“Now, Princess.” His voice was husky with lust. “Tell me now if you want me to stop so I can get the hell out of here. I can’t resist you anymore.”

“No, don’t stop! I love you, Ryan. Make love to me. Please.”

He didn’t speak another word. He picked me up and carried me into his bedroom.

Fear and anticipation twisted inside me. I had held on to this romantic ideal of my virginity my entire life. I had pictured candles, a bathtub, champagne, and, most importantly, my husband.

None of those things mattered.

My virginity wasn’t a prize for me to give away to my husband, a reflection of my worth.

No. Not at all.

It was an expression of my love for Ryan.

And no matter what, we would always have tonight.

Ryan pulled my tank top over my head and buried his face in my breasts.

His lips grazed my chest, the scruff on his jaw scratching my skin. When his lips finally covered mine, I was already breathless. Though he was definitely in control, he relaxed and allowed me to lead, submitting to the passionate way I wanted to kiss him. The way I wanted him to kiss me. Through those kisses, I felt he was telling me what he couldn’t say.

That he loved me, too.

My body was already so hot and wet, dying to feel him closer to me. Ever since I met him, I craved his touch, his tongue, his mouth. Everything about him.

And Ryan was a dream come true. He unsnapped my bra and sucked on my nipples. I moaned, and his cock hardened beneath me.

He pulled my pants off in a flash. Within the space of a few seconds, I was completely naked.

He spread my legs wide and devoured my pussy. I ran my hands through his hair, and my back arched as he took me to bliss. As his tongue licked me, I writhed on the bed. In our previous make-out sessions, he had gone so slowly and taken his time.

But he was almost possessed. He gripped my thighs, kissing and sucking on me.

I was so close to coming, but Ryan stopped.

“No, Princess. Not like that. Not tonight. Come here.”

Fire coiled in my belly.

“Last chance, babe. Tell me now to stop.”

I shook my head. “I want you completely.” Now. Forever. But I didn’t dare say those words out loud.

He grinned, and I melted. He grabbed his wallet and pulled out a condom and then placed his wallet back in his pocket. He quickly unbuckled his belt, and his jeans dropped to the floor.

I pulled his boxer-briefs off . . . and stared at him, standing in front of me, naked.

His body fascinated me. His hard, muscular frame seemed to have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. And his big, beautiful cock beckoned to me.

Nervousness and desire pulsed through me. My cheeks burned from embarrassment; I was so anxious. Ryan was used to sexually experienced women. How could he possibly enjoy being with me?

“Princess, come here.”