There Goes My Heart (The Sullivans #20) - Bella Andre Page 0,23

of whimpering himself. That was how badly he wanted her. How much he wanted to pick her up and toss her onto the bed and claim her as his.

“That was two pieces of clothing,” she said, her words raw with desire. “It’s my turn now to take two pieces off you.”

Considering she was still able to string so many words together, he obviously needed to do a better job of making her incoherent with pleasure. At the same time, he didn’t want to make the mistake of ignoring either of her two rules.

She moved her hands to his tie. He hadn’t noticed how elegant her fingers were, or how erotic, until she loosened the knot at his neck. Sweet Lord…she might as well be stroking him for as hard as this made him.

Finally, she tossed the blue striped fabric to the side. “Now it’s time for your shirt to go. But don’t stand.” She gave him a wonderfully naughty smile as she put her hands on his shoulders to keep him on the floor. “I like having you on your knees.”

“Don’t get used to it.” He was doing his damnedest to speak normally when he was the one losing his grip of the English language with Zara standing naked in front of him. All he wanted to do was touch and kiss and stroke and have. But a deal was a deal—he just hoped she would be quick about getting his shirt off.

So of course she took her sweet time, moving agonizingly slowly as she undid one button at a time, sneaking in the brush of a fingertip here, the light scratch of a nail there.

Rory couldn’t remember ever being this aroused. To the point where the lightest brush of her breasts against his face as she dawdled over the second-to-last button had him momentarily losing control and ripping his shirt open so that he could shove it off and throw it across the room.

“Looks like someone’s getting antsy,” she said, laughter underscoring her words.

“Antsy was ten minutes ago. I’m straight-up frenzied now.” Still on his knees, he rose high enough to rub his five-o’clock shadow over her breasts.

“Rory…”

His name on her lips was more breath than sound. And when he turned his face the other way to caress her again with the bristles over his jaw, her whole body shuddered. His hands, his mouth, were greedier than ever by now, and she wasn’t the only one feeling a little shaky when he cupped her full breasts.

How had he never guessed that her strong surface hid such softness?

All Rory’s life, he’d used his hands to carve, to shape, to draw out the beauty of the wood he was working with. But he’d never before held so much passion, so much exquisiteness, with his bare hands.

He could spend the rest of his life touching Zara and never get enough.

Moving slowly to imprint every sensation into his memory, he ran his hands from her breasts to her waist, then over the swell of her hips. He didn’t blink, barely breathed, as he slid one hand between her legs…then over her sex.

She was so hot. So wet.

So damned perfect.

Breath whooshed from her lungs. “I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to get there.”

“You mean here?” He barely allowed time for his words to register before sliding one finger into her.

Her head fell back, and her fingers tightened in his hair. “Yes. There.”

She writhed against his hand, urging him to move deeper, faster, rougher. All the things he wanted too. All the things he needed as he took the tip of one breast into his mouth and then the other.

Her inner muscles clenched over his fingers as he laved her soft skin, then gently ran the edge of his teeth over the taut peaks. Never in his life had he felt a bigger rush than taking Zara to the brink of climax. Wanting to prolong the beautiful moment as long as he could, he stilled his hand to breathe her in.

A growl of frustration rippled from her throat. Her glasses were slightly askew on her nose. And she had never looked sexier as she said, “Stop now and you’ll forever pay the price.”

Though he was just as caught in the grip of desire, he laughed. How could he not when she was this gloriously fierce in her passion, in her insistence on pleasure? And when he pressed his mouth to her sex, she was so damned sweet on his tongue that