There Goes My Heart (The Sullivans #20) - Bella Andre Page 0,48

that snark.

Happy just to be with her, he smiled as he handed her the mug, which she sipped from gratefully. She’d always secretly made him smile. Frankly, it was a relief not to have to hide it anymore.

Now if only he could find ways to keep her smiling…

“What would you say to chocolate cake with the coffee?” He held out a forkful of cake, studying her face for outward signs of the grief and guilt she’d let him see last night. But all he saw was a beautiful woman savoring cake, then sighing with obvious pleasure.

“I would say that you should marry me.”

For a guy who had never considered marriage before, he was surprised by how much he liked the sound of that.

How had Zara managed to change so many things for him in such a short time?

“Although,” she added as she ran her free hand down his naked torso, “any marriage proposals would surely be a result of losing my mind over your feeding me coffee and cake while naked. No question, this is my favorite breakfast of all time.”

“Mine too. Although there is something wrong with this picture.” He reached for the ties on her thick, fluffy robe and undid them. “You’re overdressed.”

She shrugged her shoulders to help him push the fabric off her body. “Feed me more cake so that I’ll have the energy to jump you.”

“Your demand is my command.” He forked up another huge bite and put it to her lips. “You have a little chocolate icing right here.” He leaned forward to lick the sweet cream from the corner of her mouth. “And here too.” He licked the other corner. “And right here.” He covered her mouth with his and slid his tongue against hers.

He was surprised when she used one hand flat on his chest to push him away. “This is my jumping, thank you very much.” She pointed to an armchair in the corner by a window that looked out to the backyard. “Sit.”

Though he wasn’t at all happy about moving away from her when every cell in his body was urging him closer, he did as instructed. Of course, she had to further torment him by taking her sweet time finishing her coffee, all while standing naked, looking so damned beautiful in her cat-eye glasses.

At last, she put her mug down and brought over the cake. She put the open box on the side table beside the chair, then straddled him. “Have you had anything to eat yet?”

His mouth was suddenly too dry to respond. All he could do was shake his head.

There was a decidedly wicked glint in her eyes as she reached into the box and grabbed a chunk of cake. The next thing he knew, she was smearing it across her chest.

“Oh no,” she exclaimed. “I have cake on myself.”

Rory finally managed to find his voice. “I can help with that.”

“I’m very glad to hear it.” The flirtatious smile she gave him had his excitement ratcheting up another dozen levels. “Start with my fingers.”

He brought her fingers to his mouth, licking them clean, one at a time. As he laved her sensitive skin, her hips began to move restlessly over his.

God, she was gorgeous. And so wonderfully uninhibited. He’d never imagined a woman like her existed. A woman who challenged him at the same time as she tugged at his heartstrings.

And who was also shockingly sexy.

When he was done, she made a show of examining her fingers. “Excellent work. Your attention to detail has always impressed me.” She threaded her hands into his hair, then pushed her breasts toward his mouth. “Impress me again, Rory.”

He didn’t need to be told twice before he ran his tongue over her soft skin. When she arched her back in an obvious bid to get even closer, he put his hands on her hips and pulled her flush against his erection.

She gasped at the delicious contact. Heat against heat. Hard against soft.

And both of them desperate for more.

He wanted nothing more than to drive up into her, but she’d made it clear that she wanted to be in charge this morning—and her happiness had become more important to him than anything else. Even his desperate need to take her.

Fortunately, the moment he finished licking the cake and icing off her naked skin, she rose over him…

And made him the happiest man alive.

Clinging tightly to each other, their breath coming in short pants, they rocked together in the chair, driving each other higher