Page 23 of Seized by Love at Seaside
“Lizzie,” he warned.
Her eyes narrowed, darkened, and a wicked smile split her lips. She was clearly aware of the effect she was having on him. He took her hand and led her out of the crowd.
“Where are we going?” She stumbled to keep up as he pulled her too quickly behind the stage and gathered her warm, pulsing body against him.
His hands traced over her curves as he took her in a punishingly intense kiss, knowing it was all they could have. She pressed her body to his, moaning with pleasure, making him want to go further despite the fact that they were outside at a festival with hundreds of people walking around just out of eyesight.
“I’m sorry,” he said against her mouth. “I had to kiss you.”
“You don’t have to take me away from people to kiss me, Blue. I’mwithyou.”
He loved the sound of that, although he would have liked it even more if she’d said,I’m yours. “I didn’t take you away just to kiss you.” He stepped back, and her eyes dropped to his very noticeable arousal.
“Oh.” She covered her mouth with a giggle.
“Get over here.” He kissed her again, and she rocked against him. “You’re not helping.”
“Oh, I think I am,” she said with another sinful laugh. “You’ll be sure to think about me all day long after this.”
He took her hands in his and backed her up against the wall, pinning her wrists beside her head. “You don’t think I’ve been thinking about you every day since the moment we met?”
She pressed her lips between his pecs, then went up on her toes—a move he’d already come to love—and whispered, “Kiss me again.”
A tormented groan tore from his lungs. Knowing he was only going to be more tortured, more desperate to have her, he sealed his lips over hers and released her hands so he could clutch her fine rear end and press their bodies firmly together.
“You feel incredible.” He kissed her neck, and she lifted her chin, spurring him on to take more. He buried his fingers in her hair—helovedher hair—and sealed his mouth over her flesh.
She brushed her hips against his.
He gripped her hips. “Lizzie, I won’t be able to walk out of here if you keep doing that.” His eyes darted to the grounds around them. They were tucked behind the stage among wires and technical equipment, out of eyesight from passersby, but still, as badly as he wanted her—and he did, desperately—he felt possessive and protective of Lizzie. He didn’t want to take a chance of anyone seeing them when they were being intimate.
She trapped her lower lip between her teeth, looking even more adorably sexy. He’d never met a woman who could look equally seductive and innocent—and it was a total turn-on.
“You’re too freaking sexy.” He kissed her again, weighing the urge to take her home and make love to her, with the part of him that remembered her plea for him to be strong when she couldn’t.
“I’ve never been this attracted to anyone in my life, and I’m afraid of crossing a line if we don’t get out of here.” He forced himself to take a step back.
“But I love kissing you,” she said, reaching for him again.
He cupped her face and gazed into her sultry eyes. “Lizzie, I want you so badly I ache, and if I keep kissing you, I’m going to pin you against that wall, and take my fill.” She smiled, and her cheeks pinked up. He added, “Which would be incredibly hot, until I killed some guy who happened to notice us and we got arrested for indecent exposure—and murder—and you had to explain to your parents why we were in jail.”
She laughed. “Well, I do have a Naughty-Places list we could work on, and this plays right into it.”
“ANaughty-Placeslist? Holy cripes, woman, who are you?” He stepped in closer again, even more aroused.
She dragged her finger down the center of his chest. “It’s a list of all the places I want to…you know.” She licked her lips, and he gritted his teeth.
“You’re every man’s darkest fantasy come true, but I want you asmine, Lizzie. I’m not good at sharing.”
“No sharing. Got it.” She went up on her toes and kissed him again.
A surge of desire drew him further in to her. “Lizzie,” he growled against her lips, and reluctantly took another step back, trying desperately to stand up to his promise of behaving. “I cannot wait to work on that list, but in light of keeping this PG, stay here while I walk this off.” He glanced down at his obvious arousal and shook his head.
“Don’t think of me,” she whispered. “Think of math or science.”
He closed the distance between them again. “I could think of seaweed, and if it’s your voice I hear, I’m a goner.”
“Oh, the power,” she said with another wicked grin.
