There Goes My Heart (The Sullivans #20) - Bella Andre Page 0,22
cotton briefs beneath your clothes when you’re working.”
The touch of his hands and mouth, and his nearness to the center of her arousal, made her feel weak in the knees. Tonight was a first on so many levels—no man had ever made her legs feel shaky enough to collapse. “You don’t want me to lie, do you?”
“No,” he said. “Always tell me the truth, even if I don’t want to hear it.”
“In that case,” she informed him with relish, “the truth is that the baggier and more shapeless my clothes, the prettier and more sexy I like my lingerie.”
He groaned. “I’m never going to get another damned thing done in my workshop. All I’m going to do is sit there and wonder what you’ve got on under your overalls.”
“If you ask really nicely,” she said, “I just might let you take a peek every now and again. Especially if you don’t mind me drooling as I stare at your big, brawny hands while you work.”
He held up said hands. “Got any ideas what you want me to do with them now?”
Another thrill of anticipation ran up her spine. “Absolutely anything you want.”
CHAPTER TEN
In Rory’s wildest dreams, he hadn’t known to dream of Zara.
Now he suspected he’d dream of little else.
She was beyond gorgeous, with curves that filled his hands just right. That wasn’t the only thing that was right, though. He’d never been a big talker during sex, but it made perfect sense that with Zara, verbal sparring should be part of even their most intimate moments.
The hotel room overlooked the sea, and though it was night, the sound of the crashing waves provided a backdrop to their lovemaking. With the moonlight shining over the sea, it wasn’t too different from the view he had from his lighthouse home. He wanted to take Zara there again, wanted to carry her into his bedroom with its floor-to-ceiling glass, where on a stormy night you almost felt as though you were out there riding the waves.
One night only meant he couldn’t do that, however. Not unless he could convince her to go for more.
Here they were, barely into their first night together, and he was already longing for more. So much more…
Starting with running his hands over every inch of Zara’s beautiful skin.
He’d often seen her head out for a run in the middle of the day and not return for over an hour, so he knew she was in great shape. But as she waited for him to make his next move, her breath was coming faster and faster.
He leaned forward to press a kiss to her stomach. She made only the slightest sound, a sudden intake of breath, but he was so attuned to her every move that he couldn’t miss it.
“Wait,” she said, and instantly he went on high alert, expecting her to back away and say she must have lost her mind to be here doing this with him tonight. “It’s my turn to take off something of yours.”
Relief whooshed from his lungs. “What do you want off?”
“Hmm…” She took her sweet time perusing him. “I’ll play fair, for now at least, and say your belt.” She licked her lips. “What do you say to a little striptease? You still on your knees before me, undressing for my pleasure?”
“Anything for you.” And he meant every word as he slowly undid the buckle, then slid the leather from one belt loop to the next and then the next.
“Ooooh…you’re good.” Her eyes were lit with both heat and humor. “Are you sure you haven’t moonlighted as a stripper?”
She always made him laugh, even now when there was barely any blood left in his brain. “Not yet. But if you ask nicely,” he offered, just as she had before, “I might be willing to put on a show just for you sometime.”
“I’d like that,” she said in a husky voice. “Both of us doing a little secret show-and-tell for each other at work.”
The thought alone was nearly more than he could take. Hell, after what felt like a year long tease of being near Zara without having her, he couldn’t wait another second to unsnap the front hook of her bra so that her gorgeous breasts sprang free, then slide his thumbs into the sides of her panties and pull them down too.
That was when one of the strongest women he’d ever met…whimpered.
And he hadn’t even put his hands—or mouth—on her yet.