Page 47 of Heartbreaker

She’s sitting on a boulder, her legs bent, her chin resting on the tops of her knees, her arms banded around her shins.

She paints a lonely picture, sitting up there like that, all by herself, and my pace slows as I take in the sight of her, as I drink in the ethereal image she makes. Need burns through me—to climb on behind her and wrap her in my arms, to lift her hair to the side and kiss her nape, to strip her naked and fuck her on that rock.

I’d deal with the cold and let her ride me.

My lips twitch as I move closer—oh the humanity, oh the sacrifice of having to be beneath Jade as she rides me to completion, those tits bouncing, her pussy a hot clasp around my dick…

I’d survive.

Just barely.

I start to make my way to the front of the boulder when I’m close enough to notice something I’ve missed—and it’s something that eliminates every ounce of amusement I’ve been feeling.

She’s shivering.

Fuck, I’m lusting after her like a teenage boy and she’s…cold and alone and?—

“Jade,” I say quietly, not wanting to startle her.

She jumps anyway, whipping around on the rock and promptly losing her balance.

I lunge toward her, snaking an arm around her body, catching her before she tumbles from the boulder.

It’s not graceful in the least, and even though my arm is around her shoulders, it’s really my body that’s keeping her from falling.

“R-Royal,” she stammers.

And I know.

I feel it too.

She’s pinned between my body and the rock, our fronts pressed together, and?—

My dick twitches, something I know she feels because her eyes go wide and she mutters, “Fiddlesticks.”

Cute.

Too fucking cute.

“Sorry I scared you,” I murmur, adjusting my grip so I can lower her to the ground.

Slowly, so I don’t drop her, I allow her front to drag along mine, inch by torturous inch…and loving every second of the contact.

Yes, I’m a pervert.

No, I can’t stop myself.

When she finally has her feet beneath her, I shift back enough so that I can slip my coat off.

“What are?—”

But she doesn’t finish the question because I’m shifting again, this time to wrap my jacket around her.

“You’re cold,” I say softly.

“I’m fine,” she whispers back.

“You’re trembling.” I reach for the buttons and do them up. “And only wearing that thin shirt.”

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