Page 35 of Broken King

Oddly enough, after I say those words, I don’t feel better. I should have just kept my worries to myself.

Ronan shakes his head and sighs. “You have no idea how perfect you are, do you? I look at you sometimes and think there’s no way you want to be with me. I’m just a guy who hopes to someday be a professional baseball player. You’resmart, and when you go to college, it’s going to be because you belong there. I love you because you’re not like other girls, Kate. When are you going to understand that?”

Other guys might try to make me feel better, but they’d never be as sweet and understanding as Ronan. That’s the biggest reason why I love him.

“I guess tonight?” I say with a smile, trying not to giggle but I’m so happy after hearing him say all of that.

“Good. Stop doubting yourself. If anyone should doubt themselves, it should be me. I’m just some jock who probably makes you question why we’re going out at all.”

I hate when he talks like that. Ronan has so many good things going for him, but all he ever focuses on is his playing sports.

“You’re not just a dumb jock. You never give yourself enough credit. I think you’re smart, and since you’ve already said I’m intelligent, you should believe me.”

That gets me a big smile I could stare at for the rest of time. “Well, I guess I better believe it since the smartest person I know said it.”

I lean forward and kiss him softly on the lips. “I love you, Ronan. Just the way you are.”

“And I love you just the way you are.”

He stands up and eases me back onto the bed, his dark brown eyes looking down at me in that intense way that never fails to excite me. I’ve never been with anyone else but him. All my friends have had two or three guys they’ve slept with, but I’ve only been with Ronan. I know he’s been with other girls, but as unsure of myself as I am, that fact doesn’t bother me. Those girls were before he and I found one another. Plus, I sort of like that he has a past since I don’t. One of us has to have some experience.

“You were the most beautiful girl there tonight,” he whispers before brushing his soft lips against my neck.

My eyes flutter closed as the most exquisite sensations fill every inch of me. “And you were the most handsome guy at the prom,” I say as I slide my hand over the back of his head.

His dark hair is soft against my fingers, and when he nuzzles my ear, I can’t stop myself from tugging on his hair. It’s like whenever he’s this close, I can’t control how I feel.

I slide my other hand under his shirt collar and feel his soft skin. He’s hot, like he’s burning up. His muscles tense as I slowly run my fingers over his shoulder.

He moves his right hand down my body to burrow under my prom dress, and a second later, he stands up, leaving me alone and wanting so much more. I stare up at him in confusion, wondering if he finally figured out he’d rather be at that party tonight than here alone with me.

“As nice as these clothes are, they have to go.”

I smile at his complete lack of subtlety as I watch him unbutton his white dress shirt and shrug out of it. His body is perfect beneath it. Tanned and muscular, he looks like my own personal Adonis meant only for me.

At least I like to fantasize that’s the truth.

I’ve never been able to see Ronan without a shirt and not stare like some horny schoolgirl. He’s simply the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. All that working out for baseball has benefits long after he leaves the field.

And I get to enjoy every bit of them.

He doesn’t get to his pants before he turns his attention to my dress. In no time at all, he pulls me up off the bed and pushes my spaghetti straps off my shoulders. Then it’s just a matter of unzipping the back of my gown. Seconds later, I’m sitting in front of him in just my underwear since I couldn’t wear a bra with the straps.

“It’s no fair that I’m practically naked and you still have pants on,” I say with a giggle before reaching out to remedy that.

He lifts his hands away from his pants so I can do what I want, and after unbuttoning and unzipping them, I push them down his legs, leaving only black boxer briefs covering him.

Not that they’re concealing much. He’s rock hard, and the thin fabric barely hides that fact.

I palm his cock and watch as his eyes roll back. I love seeing him like this. He’s so raw and open with how my touch makes him feel.

Ronan leans over me and stares into my eyes like he’s looking into my soul. “I’ve been waiting all week to be with you. Tonight’s been perfect. Hasn’t it?”

Nodding, I wriggle my hips to help him when he slides my panties down my legs and tosses them on the other bed with his jacket and bow tie. “It has.”

I don’t say what else I’m thinking. That it’s because of him that this night has been so wonderful. From the blush rose wrist corsage he bought me to how he danced every dance with me to how he fed me my dessert of those adorable cupcakes in our school colors of royal blue and gold, he’s made my senior prom one I’ll never forget.

Naked on the bed, I try not to feel self-conscious as he stands watching me while he pushes his underwear down his legs. So often, I wish I had bigger breasts or longer legs like the popular girls at school all seem to have. I don’t want to feel that way because if I let them, my insecurities will ruin my time with Ronan, and that’s the last thing I want to do.

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