Page 39 of The Princess and the SEAL

I nodded.

“Say it, Princess. Or I’ll stop. Tell me what you like.”

“Don’t stop! I love it.”

His mouth covered me, and he licked and sucked some more. I couldn’t possibly have ever imagined anything feeling as good as Ryan’s mouth felt on me. My breath quickened, and I felt like I was going to explode.

I looked down, and Ryan was lapping me up. Just seeing this gorgeous man pleasing me sent me over the edge.

“Oh my God, Ryan. Yes!”

A rush of euphoria covered me as I came, pure joy filling my body.

Ryan pulled himself up to kiss me on the forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Incredible.” I paused and stared at his hard erection through his boxer briefs. I still hadn’t seen him naked. “Can I do something to make you feel good?”

He shook his head. “I feel great.”

I looked at him, perplexed. “I can try to suck on you. I’m sure I’ll be bad.”

“That’s not even possible, babe. I’d love to, but not tonight.”

Hmm. “Okay.” I climbed on his lap, rubbing myself on him. “Make love to me.”

He exhaled. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

His rejection stung. “Wait, you don’t want to have sex with me?”

He stroked my hair. “I do, babe. More than anything. But I don’t think we should.”

I frowned. “Why? What we just did was pretty intimate.”

“Save something for your husband. Once you sleep with me, you’ll never want another guy. I don’t want to ruin you.” He grinned.

I hit him with a pillow. “You’re impossible. Let’s just have sex!”

“No.”

What?“Why? I thought you wanted me.”

“I do. I just . . . I just think it’s a bad idea.”

I couldn’t let this go. “Why? You clearly have had sex with many women. Why won’t you sleep with me?”

He looked at me, a sad expression on his face. “Because I actually like you. And I think you’ll regret it. I admit, I initially wanted to seduce you and bounce, but I’m trying to do the right thing for once in my life.”

I didn’t even know how to respond to that. But my heart broke.

What was I doing with this wounded man? He seemed so strong and tough on the outside, but inside, he was sad and alone. He was developing feelings for me, and I was just using him for some pre-wedding fling.

I was just the worst person.

“Are you sure? I want to, Ryan.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Let’s get ready for dinner.”

He grabbed his clothes and walked into the bathroom.

A wave of guilt washed over me, not just for getting intimate with Ryan, but for playing with his emotions.

I ached for him. I wanted him to feel as good as he’d just made me feel.

And I knew that no matter what, I would miss him when he was gone.