There Goes My Heart (The Sullivans #20) - Bella Andre Page 0,24

he couldn’t get enough of her.

At last, she lost hold of her command of the English language, the sounds coming from her lips a random mixture of vowels and consonants.

He wanted to take her this way—wanted to make her feel this good—every night, wanted to feel her skin damp and flushed beneath his hands, wanted to hear her breath come hard and fast, wanted to feel her limbs trembling from the aftershocks of her climax.

How the hell was one night with Zara ever going to be enough?

CHAPTER ELEVEN

As Rory scooped Zara into his arms and carried her to the bed, pleasure continued to radiate through every inch of her, from his hands roving over her skin…his mouth on her breasts…the play of his fingers, his tongue, between her thighs…

He crawled over her as she lay sprawled on her back on the bed, her limbs feeling buttery and loose. “You look good enough to eat.” He paused as though for impact, before adding, “Again.”

Though she’d never felt more relaxed, she owed it to him to come back with, “A teenage boy could have done better than that.”

“I blame your orgasm for blowing my mind into a million little pieces.”

She laughed as she summoned the energy to reach up and lay her hand on his bare chest. “Just as long as the rest of the equipment is in good working order, all is well.”

“Don’t worry, baby, all is definitely well.”

“Baby.” She snorted out the word as she ran her hand down the deep ridges of his abdominal muscles until she reached the top edge of his suit pants. “You should have warned me you were going to call me baby in front of my family. It took everything I had to keep a straight face.” Before he could reply, she said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring them up. Especially when you’re still left hanging here.”

“If you want to talk about your family—or anything else—we’ll hit the pause button and talk as long as you want. Hell, even if you decide to kick me out right now, I’ll go.”

She wasn’t sure she’d ever been with a man so attuned to making sure a woman felt not only safe, but in charge. Was this due to a great upbringing and having so many sisters?

Or was it simply that Rory Sullivan was one of the good ones?

“I don’t want to talk about my family,” she assured him. “And I definitely don’t want you to leave.”

He blew out a comically relieved breath. “That was going to be one hell of a cold shower.”

She moved her hand lower, cupping his erection—as much of it as she could fit in her palm. “Wasting this on a cold shower would be a travesty. In fact…” The few minutes’ rest had refueled her to the point that she was strong enough to surprise him by flipping them over on the bed. Straddling his hips while he lay on his back, she said, “I’m thinking it’s long past time for me to see if the reality lives up to the hype.”

“There’s hype about my junk?”

“You really are a teenage boy on the inside, aren’t you, calling your penis junk?” She couldn’t think of the last time anyone had made her laugh so much. “And yes, given the way women follow you around at the warehouse shows, your junk practically comes with its own publicity team. Not that I’m judging you for the sex you have,” she clarified. “All I care about is tonight. What you did before and what you’ll do after is all good.”

His expression turned suddenly serious. “I haven’t been with anyone for a year.”

Wow, she hadn’t been expecting that. Although if she stopped to think about it, she hadn’t actually seen him go home with any of his groupies. It was just that he was such a spectacular-looking man, not to mention successful, it didn’t make sense for him to be single.

But this wasn’t the place or time to dig deeper into the hows and whys of Rory’s celibacy or lack of a romantic relationship. All she needed to say for tonight was, “I haven’t either.” She smiled as a lovely thought hit her. “You’re my fresh start.”

He smiled back as he cupped her breasts and stroked them so softly it almost made her crazy. “And you’re mine.”

“I always did love the first day of each new school year,” she murmured as she reached for the zipper of his slacks. “The sense that anything was possible. That