Page 59 of Heartbreaker

“Fucking perfect,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.

“I know.” I don’t move, my hand still covering his, my front pressed close to his back.

“Thank you,” he says softly.

“You’re welcome.”

He turns his head enough to look at me and the sizzle between us practically burns a hole into my soul.

“I really want to kiss you,” he admits after a long moment.

“Then why don’t you?”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Royal

Her question sitsin the air between us.

She’s pressed to my back, those lush tits making my cock go hard, her scent all around me, her hand covering mine somehow not feeling wrong.

The sensation isn’t perfect.

The touch is dulled. The strings of the guitar as we played strange and unnatural.

But the song, sharing that with her…

It’s like none of that mattered.

Matters.

“Royal?” she murmurs.

Carefully, I set the guitar to the side. Then reach behind me and tug her around to my front. She gasps as our legs tangle, her feet ending up in my lap.

“Sorry, I?—”

The flames from the fireplace had gilded her skin, warmed her eyes, flushed her cheeks.

Or maybe that’s the fire burning between us.

I pick up one bare foot, start gently massaging the sole before lifting it to my mouth.

Her eyes flare with shock. “What are you?—?”

“You said to kiss you.”

Her mouth drops open and I want to grin at how scandalized she looks right now. But, more, I want to make her feel good, want to make up for being such an asshole earlier.

I drop a kiss to the top of her foot and begin rubbing the other one, knowing I find the right spot when her eyes darken, hips shifting slightly on the oversized white furry rug. She melts and I coax her back, pressing my lips to her foot, her bare ankle. Her fabric covered knee. The bare sliver of skin on her abdomen that’s exposed by her position.

“Even your belly button is cute,” I say softly, chuckling as she inhales sharply and inching the fabric of her shirt higher, exposing more and more of that silken skin.

“Royal,” she murmurs.

“More kissing?” I tease, following the pattern of freckles dotted along her stomach with my tongue.

“What are you doing?”

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