Every Beat Of My Heart: The Sullivans (Wedding Novella) by Bella Andre Page B
Authors: Bella Andre
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over her drenched sex, he was kissing his way down her body, using his tongue and lips and teeth to drive her higher and higher. So high that the very second he found the center of her arousal with the tip of his tongue, she blasted off into ecstasy.
God, he loved the way she tasted. Loved the way she held nothing back as she trembled and moaned and begged him for more, her long hair a silky tangle on the leather backseat. She was still floating in pleasure when he came back up over her, his clothes off now too.
“How the hell did I ever get this lucky?” He’d asked her this question a million times during the past three years—and he knew he’d be asking it forever.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I’m pretty sure you owe it all to Summer, Gabe, and Megan.”
Zach’s brother Gabe, his wife, and their daughter had brought Cuddles to Zach as a puppy. Summer had said she knew the minute she met the tiny little dog that she was meant to be Zach’s. They’d needed a dog trainer, and Heather was the best in the city. When Cuddles and Heather’s dog, Atlas, fell in love at first sight, the dogs had wanted to spend every second together—which meant Heather and Zach had become really close, really fast.
He’d never thought he would meet a woman like her. A woman who was not only his match—but who bested him in every single category. Looks. Swagger. Humor.
It was only when it came to love that they were equals.
“I love you, Heather.”
He moved to take her, but she was already there, meeting him halfway. Right from the start, Heather’s body had fit his like no other. But now that they knew each other’s rhythms and pleasures so intimately, he could barely rein himself in to make sure she peaked again before he lost it completely.
As if she could read his mind, she put her hands on his face and kissed him. “I love you, too.” She wriggled out from under him and began to turn over. “Especially when you lose control.” His brain nearly stuttered to a halt as she went on her hands and knees on the supple leather of the backseat. “When you take control.”
He was inside of her again before either of them could take their next breath, hauling her up against him, one hand between her legs, the other on her breasts. Their lovemaking was always beyond hot, but the way they were taking each other today was animal. Feral .
“Now.” He urged her with his hands over her breasts, which seemed even fuller than usual. They were definitely more sensitive as he rolled the gorgeous peaks between his thumbs and middle fingers until her hips were bucking even harder against his. “Come apart for me, Heather. I want to feel you. I need to feel you.”
The words had barely fallen from his lips before she exploded in a climax so powerful that it took Zach closer to paradise than he’d ever been before. Having the strongest, most incredible woman in the world come apart in his arms was a gift he’d never, ever take for granted.
Once his heart was beating at a halfway normal speed again, he shifted them on the backseat so that she was lying on her back looking up at him and he was levered up on one arm. He reached out to slide a lock of damp hair away from her forehead. “Want to know the other reason I asked you to come by today?”
“You really had another reason?”
He would have smiled, but he needed her to know how serious he was as he said, “I want you to be mine, Heather.”
A small frown line formed between her brows. “I already am.”
“You’re my fiancée. But I want you to be my wife. And I want to be your husband. Not in another year from now. Not in six months. As soon as possible.”
“I want that too.” Her voice was soft but sure. As sure as he felt about spending forever together. “If I know you—which I think I do, better than anyone else, by now—you’ve not only got a date in mind, you’ve already booked the details.”
It was true. No one had ever known him as
God, he loved the way she tasted. Loved the way she held nothing back as she trembled and moaned and begged him for more, her long hair a silky tangle on the leather backseat. She was still floating in pleasure when he came back up over her, his clothes off now too.
“How the hell did I ever get this lucky?” He’d asked her this question a million times during the past three years—and he knew he’d be asking it forever.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I’m pretty sure you owe it all to Summer, Gabe, and Megan.”
Zach’s brother Gabe, his wife, and their daughter had brought Cuddles to Zach as a puppy. Summer had said she knew the minute she met the tiny little dog that she was meant to be Zach’s. They’d needed a dog trainer, and Heather was the best in the city. When Cuddles and Heather’s dog, Atlas, fell in love at first sight, the dogs had wanted to spend every second together—which meant Heather and Zach had become really close, really fast.
He’d never thought he would meet a woman like her. A woman who was not only his match—but who bested him in every single category. Looks. Swagger. Humor.
It was only when it came to love that they were equals.
“I love you, Heather.”
He moved to take her, but she was already there, meeting him halfway. Right from the start, Heather’s body had fit his like no other. But now that they knew each other’s rhythms and pleasures so intimately, he could barely rein himself in to make sure she peaked again before he lost it completely.
As if she could read his mind, she put her hands on his face and kissed him. “I love you, too.” She wriggled out from under him and began to turn over. “Especially when you lose control.” His brain nearly stuttered to a halt as she went on her hands and knees on the supple leather of the backseat. “When you take control.”
He was inside of her again before either of them could take their next breath, hauling her up against him, one hand between her legs, the other on her breasts. Their lovemaking was always beyond hot, but the way they were taking each other today was animal. Feral .
“Now.” He urged her with his hands over her breasts, which seemed even fuller than usual. They were definitely more sensitive as he rolled the gorgeous peaks between his thumbs and middle fingers until her hips were bucking even harder against his. “Come apart for me, Heather. I want to feel you. I need to feel you.”
The words had barely fallen from his lips before she exploded in a climax so powerful that it took Zach closer to paradise than he’d ever been before. Having the strongest, most incredible woman in the world come apart in his arms was a gift he’d never, ever take for granted.
Once his heart was beating at a halfway normal speed again, he shifted them on the backseat so that she was lying on her back looking up at him and he was levered up on one arm. He reached out to slide a lock of damp hair away from her forehead. “Want to know the other reason I asked you to come by today?”
“You really had another reason?”
He would have smiled, but he needed her to know how serious he was as he said, “I want you to be mine, Heather.”
A small frown line formed between her brows. “I already am.”
“You’re my fiancée. But I want you to be my wife. And I want to be your husband. Not in another year from now. Not in six months. As soon as possible.”
“I want that too.” Her voice was soft but sure. As sure as he felt about spending forever together. “If I know you—which I think I do, better than anyone else, by now—you’ve not only got a date in mind, you’ve already booked the details.”
It was true. No one had ever known him as
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