Page 52 of The Princess and the SEAL

He nodded and turned off the television. “Sure. I can’t believe we only have two more days left together.”

“Me either. But it’s not about that. I don’t want to talk about that now.” The quicksand that was my life, my duties, would swallow me whole before I knew it. But not yet. Not tonight. Tonight, I still had Ryan.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“Sex.”

“Look, babe. I’m crazy about you. But I fucking refuse to teach you how to please your new husband or, as he says, “break you in.” His eyes hooded, and a scowl graced his handsome face. “Just the thought of that wimpy, sleazy motherfucker touching you makes me want to slit his throat. Maybe I should have.”

Ah. Ryan was jealous. It would almost be cute if he hadn’t just threatened Miguel’s life.

But this was all my fault. I had gotten myself into this situation. And now there were real feelings involved. How stupid was I to think that I wouldn’t fall for Ryan? I’d known the first time I kissed him that my heart was in danger.

“That’s not it. Not at all. I don’t want to please Miguel.”

I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “I want to lose my virginity to you.”

His eyes bulged. “Come again? You’re still marrying him, right?”

I nodded my head. “Yes, of course. But it doesn’t matter.”

He clenched his fist and looked away from me. “Fuck yeah, it matters. I’m not going to be your lover when you’re married. You know what I think about cheating and cheaters.”

Why wasn’t Ryan comprehending what I was saying? “Ryan, listen to me. I’m not married—yet. And Miguel isn’t a virgin. Why should I save myself for him? I want to lose my virginity to you. Tonight. Now.”

His jaw dropped, but he didn’t say a word.

Perhaps I needed to be more direct.

I rubbed his cock through his jeans. “Let me suck your cock again.”

He pushed my hand away. “What are you talking about? No, not going to happen, Princess.”

My heart ached, and my self-esteem plummeted. “Not exactly the response I was hoping for.”

He stood and ran his hands through his hair. “What the fuck do you expect me to say? You just want me to let you use me before you run off and marry some other guy? No. I refuse.”

I pointed to his face. “Use you? You yourself told me that you were a man whore. That you had slept with hundreds of women. But you won’t sleep with me?”

“Exactly. I didn’t care about any of them. I’ve never cared about anyone. But I care about you!”

Since the day I met Ryan, he had been the pillar of strength. When I was breaking down, crying, hysterical, he had been calm. But Ryan’s jaw was shaking.

Oh. my God. What had I done to him?

This strong man who had never been loved by anyone had finally fallen for someone.

Me.

And now I was going to hurt him.

My body ached like a truck just hit me.

But it didn’t matter. There was no going back. He’d known from day one what he was getting into with me. Hell, he had even admitted that he planned to seduce me and bounce.

Funny how life never worked out the way you wanted it to.

“I want you. I mean it.” I pressed my body against his. “I love you, Ryan.”