Every Beat Of My Heart: The Sullivans (Wedding Novella) by Bella Andre Page A

in case something like this should happen to her clothes. Which it did. Often.
    She gasped at his caveman approach, but he could tell by the way her pupils dilated that she loved it just as much as he did. Otherwise, why would she have given him a running time clock?
    Her countdown grew huskier with every second that passed. He’d never thought the word nineteen could sound sexy, but boy, did it ever.
    Her bra came next, but since it was one of his favorites—a pink and white lacy thing from which her breasts spilled in the sexiest possible way—he unclipped the front latch before sliding it off her shoulders rather than ripping it in two.
    “Thirty-one.” She licked her lips, the tip of her tongue wetting that gorgeous mouth of hers. “And you’ve still got so much to take off.”
    Sweet Lord, he loved the way they teased. Sparred and sparked. He could spend a thousand years with Heather and never feel bored. Never wish that he could have anyone else. Not when Heather was absolutely everything to him.
    “Don’t worry,” he promised, “you’ll be naked and in the backseat before sixty.”
    Without giving her any warning, he picked her up and had her on the leather seat by thirty-nine. His mouth was watering at the way her breasts were bouncing from the trip into the car, but he couldn’t let himself be distracted. Not yet. Not until he had her jeans and panties off too.
    Thankfully, she was hungry enough for him that she was already kicking off her shoes by the time he’d unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.
    “Fifty-one.”
    He grinned, deciding to take every last one of the remaining nine seconds to tease them both by slowly sliding denim and lace down her long, toned legs. Her voice shook with each of the final seconds she spoke aloud, and he wondered just how close she was to begging by now. By his estimation, not far at all.
    He muffled sixty with his mouth on hers and his hands in her hair as he freed the long, silky strands from her braid. And when she wrapped her gorgeous naked limbs all around him and pulled him down over her on the backseat, every last one of his teenage dreams came true. Again.
    He was running kisses over the soft skin of her neck and shoulders when she said, “You really are good at that.”
    “Never say I don’t have at least one worthwhile skill.”
    “One really worthwhile skill.” She reached for his shirt and pulled it up over his head, then put her hands flat on his bare chest and stared at him with unabashed hunger. “You really are nice to look at too.”
    Sliding one hand up her torso so that he could cup one breast, he looked into her brown eyes that were flecked with gold and at her rosy mouth that always tempted him beyond reason. “Ditto.”
    “And so romantic,” she added, but she was smiling as she said it.
    “I knew I should have given you the bouquet of flowers I bought for you before taking your clothes off.”
    Though she lit up knowing that he’d gotten her flowers, she shook her head. “No way. Clothes off first, flowers second is just right.”
    Just right. That’s what Zach and Heather were for each other. Both in—and out—of bed. Or, as the case currently was, in the back of a very expensive race car.
    He lowered his mouth to her breast just as she reached for his belt. But as he laved her sensitive flesh in just the way he knew made her crazy, instead of undoing his belt, she gripped it for dear life.
    “How do you always do that? Touch me so perfectly every single time?”
    He licked over her again, then bit down lightly on the taut peak with the edge of his teeth, making her shiver with need before he replied, “Because I love you.”
    “I love you t— ohhhh .”
    Desperation spun her words out into unintelligible sounds as he traced his fingertips lightly between her thighs. She was already so wet. So damned hot. So ready.
    “I can’t wait another second, Heather. I need to feel you, need to taste you.” Even as he slid his fingers