There Goes My Heart (The Sullivans #20) - Bella Andre Page 0,77
to lick it off you.”
Just hearing her say the words was nearly enough to make him lose it. That didn’t stop him, however, from racing her to the cake box in the fridge. He beat her by a hair, grabbing the box and holding it over his head.
She went onto her tippy-toes to reach for it, deliberately rubbing her body against his. “You don’t play fair, do you?”
“All’s fair in love and who gets to eat chocolate cake off who first. Besides, that was just a hypothetical weekly schedule. And since you haven’t agreed to move in with me yet…” He shrugged as though their little kitchen tussle couldn’t be helped.
“If you think I’m going to agree now, you’ve got your head even farther up your—”
He covered her mouth with his, kissing away the rest of her snarky sentence. But it wasn’t enough just to kiss her. He needed to touch her, to hold her, to show her exactly how much he loved her.
He put the cake box down and lifted her onto the counter beside it. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and when her billowy skirt lifted to bare her legs, he ran his hands over her thighs before pulling her dress up and off her body. Lucky him—she was wearing another incendiary lingerie set, this one bright green and gorgeously sheer.
He reached into the cake box, smeared cake onto the tip of one breast, then lowered his mouth to lave her aroused flesh through the fabric. Her head fell back as she arched into his mouth and threaded her fingers into his hair to hold him to her. As he turned his attention to her other breast, he danced his fingertips up her thigh to the heated core of her arousal. Covering her fabric-covered sex with his palm, he pressed the heel of his hand against her as she rocked into it.
“Damn you.” She lifted her head to look into his eyes. “Damn you for putting that insanely sexy picture of living together into my head. Damn you for being so irresistible. Damn you for stealing my heart when I didn’t think it would ever happen.”
Yet again, Rory was amazed that even in the midst of the sexiest possible moments, making love with Zara was exactly that—love.
“You stole mine too,” he whispered against her lips, then kissed her at the same moment he slid his hand beneath the fabric and entered her with his fingers.
He swallowed her cries of pleasure as she climaxed so unexpectedly, and so beautifully. He could spend every moment of his life making her happy and never want for another thing.
“My turn,” she said once her tremors finally subsided.
Before he fully realized her intent, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt in each hand and yanked it open. Buttons went flying, but neither of them cared as she scooped up some cake and spread it onto his chest and stomach.
“Time to switch places,” she said. And when she hopped off the counter, he was more than happy to take her place. “Mmm,” she said when his chest and abs were at eye level. “Now you’re the perfect height to be my very sweet treat.” Leaning forward, she lightly licked the right side of his chest. His muscles jumped in response, making her smile. “This is fun.” She ran her tongue over his left side, and when those muscles jumped, she laughed. “I could do this all day.”
Now it was his turn to groan. The power was entirely in her hands—and mouth—now. She could so easily keep teasing him like this.
And he would love every single second of it.
Every sweet press of her lips, her tongue, even her teeth, over his chest and abs, made the fire inside him burn hotter and hotter. He was so lost to the feel of her tongue running the ridges between his abdominal muscles that he didn’t realize she’d unbuttoned his jeans until she was reaching into denim and cotton to wrap one hand around him.
“Not just a pretty face,” she murmured as she lowered her lips to his erection. “You’re pretty everywhere.”
And then she was taking him inside her mouth, and it was only through sheer force of will that he held it together. But his self-control could hold out only for so long, so before she could send him all the way over with another long, slow lick of her tongue, he pulled her up onto the counter with him.