There Goes My Heart (The Sullivans #20) - Bella Andre Page 0,32

Brittany and Cameron again, Zara was glad to know she wasn’t going to have to endure them alone.

She rolled over to face him. “As tempted as I am to see what tricks you can pull out of your hat with a nine-minute deadline, I should probably throw myself into the shower. And since we’re supposed to check out by noon, you should do the same.”

“Nine minutes with you in a shower?” He gave her a very wicked grin. “Consider yourself done.”

She laughed again, even as she made herself slide from the bed and head for the bathroom. “If you actually manage to make me see fireworks in the next…” She looked at the digital clock beside the bed. “Eight minutes, I’ll be very impressed.”

She was turning on the water and stepping into the shower enclosure when she felt his lips on the back of her neck and his naked body pressed against hers. Though the water was warm, she shivered.

“Let’s get you under the water.” He moved them both under the spray, his hands roving over her breasts as he separated her legs with his thigh.

She’d never been this responsive to a man’s touch before, never felt like she was already on the edge with the barest whisper of his lips and hands over her. Barely sixty seconds in the shower with Rory, and all it took was one large, callused hand slipping slowly over her skin, from her breasts to her stomach, then finally between her thighs, for her to nearly come apart.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he murmured against her earlobe as he slid one finger, and then a second, into her more-than-ready body.

“If it’s as much as I want you,” she whispered back as her inner muscles clenched against him, “I do.”

The next thing she knew, he had taken his hand away and thrust into her. He felt so hard and hot and perfect that she sobbed out his name, the sound reverberating inside the tile-and-glass enclosure. She pressed her hands flat on the tile as she arched her hips against his, wanting more, needing everything he could give her.

One hand came around her hips for leverage, while the other cupped her face. The gentle way he turned her cheek so that he could look into her eyes was a surprising counterpoint to the wonderfully rough way he was taking the rest of her. Exactly the way she wanted to be taken.

And when he kissed her, though he hadn’t spoken, she could swear he was calling her sweetheart, this time with the passionate brush of his lips over hers. Yet again, it sent her straight to heaven, with Rory’s mouth, hands, and body urging her pleasure on and on and on.

As he let himself go, his groan of pleasure sounded like a roar in the small room. It was the same roar of victory she would have made herself if she could have found the breath for it.

She was still panting when she felt his hands in her hair, massaging in shampoo.

“Good?”

She turned in his arms to face him. “Amazing.” She reached up to gather some excess suds from her hair, then mirrored his movements as she washed his hair. She couldn’t resist giving him a slightly snarky look as she said, “I think I’ll call you Mr. Speedy from now on.”

“And here I thought for sure you were finally going to give me a compliment.” He followed up his words by dunking her head beneath the water.

She was sputtering when she came up for air, but he had already danced out of her way to rinse off. “I’ll get you back for that, you know,” she warned him.

He had the nerve to grin. “I’m counting on it.”

And damn him, she was grinning too as she soaped up, rinsed off, then stepped out onto the bath mat to grab a towel.

“Not so fast.” He took the towel from her and began running it over her curves to dry her off. “How many minutes do we have left?”

She was sorely tempted by the heat—and the promise of even more pleasure—in his eyes. But she couldn’t forget how sad Brittany had seemed about not seeing her this morning to say good-bye. “Not enough even for Mr. Speedy,” she teased.

He waggled his eyebrows. “Want to bet?”

Yes! But she made herself say, “We really should get dressed and head downstairs.” That was when it hit her. “Your clothes are in your room. If they see you wearing