Page 61 of Heartbreaker
Maybe it’s because her kissing me brings me right back to that night.
Maybe it’s because her lips on mine and her body beneath me and her hands holding me close feel right.
Not dulled. Not off.
Just…right.
“There,” she says when we break apart, sucking in air. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks razor-burned, and her eyes are molten.
“Fucking beautiful,” I growl and stop fucking around.
There are more places I want to kiss her. More places Ineedto get my mouth on.
But right now, I need to taste her again.
She moans when I drop my lips to hers, our tongues tangling, her leg wrapping around my waist, lining up our pelvises. She grinds against me, and I curse softly, knowing that my control is already unraveling.
Slow and deliberate.
Bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.
She deserves that and so much more.
“Royal?” she gasps when we break apart for air again.
“Hmm?” I ask, kissing one side of her mouth and then the other, her jaw, her earlobe. Along the column of her throat. Between her breasts.
I reach beneath her and undo her bra, drawing the straps down her arms and then I’m momentarily frozen, completely fixated on those gorgeous breasts that are now bared to me.
“Kiss me there?” she asks, innocent and not.
Sexy as fuck.
Unraveling more of my control.
More blood arrowing for my cock, eroding the last of my restraint, and I don’t hesitate, don’t dream of denying her.
I nip at the underside of one lush globe, roll the sensitive tip of the other between my thumb and forefinger, reveling in her gasps, her moans, the way the pink flush from her cheeks spreads down along her throat, across her chest.
Then I suck one nipple deep as I palm her tit, massaging and rolling and loving the way she says my name, rocks her hips.
I switch to her other breast, giving it equal treatment—or maybe getting lost in touching her, kissing her,tastingher.
At least until her hand weaves into my hair again and she tugs.
I release her nipple with a softpop. “Yes?” I rasp.
Her breathing is unsteady, her words hoarse from her cries. “Royal?”
I drag my tongue along the curve of her breast. “Yeah, Shortcake?”
“Kiss me somewhere else?”
Soft presses of my mouth along her ribcage. “Here?”
A tug of my hair. “Lower.”
Grinning, I nip at her skin, make my way down to her abdomen, to that adorable little belly button again. “Here?” I murmur against her skin.
