Every Beat of My Heart (New York Sullivans 0.5) - Bella Andre Page 0,1
fun to be with her than to keep toying with Zach and Atlas. With a doggy grin, she trotted out from under the car, and Zach immediately scooped her up.
With the dog tucked under one arm, Zach stood up, then pulled his fiancée against him. “You stole my line.” Her mouth was warm and sweet beneath his as he kissed her, then said, “My heart hasn’t beat normally since the first day you walked into my garage and gave me hell.”
The truth was, he’d never expected a woman like Heather to come into his life. Sparks had jumped between them from the first, and when they finally gave in to their feelings for each other? Explosion wasn’t anywhere near a good enough word for the heat of their lovemaking.
The most amazing thing of all, however, wasn’t just that he’d found her in the first place. It was that life with her just kept getting better and better.
“You were so hot,” she muttered in a voice made slightly breathless from his kiss, “and so infuriatingly cocky.”
“And now?”
“You’re still hot.” She grinned. “And just as cocky as ever.”
“You love it.”
“I love you,” she clarified. “So I put up with the rest of the package.”
“Speaking of the rest of the package—” Her mouth was too tempting to resist kissing again. “—want to get kinky in the backseat of a souped-up Ferrari?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Is that why you asked me to leave my office to visit you in the middle of the day?”
“Would that be a problem if it was?”
She slid her hands under his shirt, and his abdominal muscles flexed and jumped as she replied with a cocky grin of her own, “It will only be a problem if you take more than sixty seconds to get my clothes off.”
“Don’t start counting yet.”
“Too late.” Her wicked smile made his heart jump so fast and hard inside his chest that he could practically hear it reverberating against the walls and concrete floor. “One. Two. Three.”
Zach carefully put Cuddles down, told both dogs to go lie on their dog beds in the corner, then went to hit the button on the wall that closed his garage doors. After locking the door that led to his office as well, he sprinted back to Heather, who was at ten by then.
He didn’t bother with undoing buttons, just tore her shirt open and shoved it off. They had a change of outfits for her in his locker, just 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