Page 42 of Sweet Love at Bayside
She went up on her toes and touched her lips to his, and when she pressed her hands to his neck, he took the kiss deeper. She made one of those sexy noises he loved, and desire flooded him. When she melted against him, rubbing her soft body all over his, and pushed her hands into his hair, heat shot through him.
He reluctantly tore his mouth away and looked down at his erection. Drake would have a field day with that. “Not exactly family friendly.”
“Oh my.” Her cheeks flamed, but her smile turned wicked.
He took a step away, trying to calm down while she stood there beaming, looking hot and sexy and so darn lovable he could barely stand it.
She sauntered up to him with an extra-confident sway of her hips and said, “Put your feet in the water. It’scold.”
“Nothing will help if you keep acting like that.” He swept her into his arms and carried her into waist-deep water. She clung to him, but she didn’t scream or complain. She lowered her lips to his, kissing him deeply.
“Better?” She touched her finger to his lower lip, and he sucked it into his mouth. Her eyes darkened, and she slid a second finger between his lips. “You’re definitely going to the naughty corner.”
“That’s not exactly a threat.”
“It was meant as a promise.” A glimmer of mischief rose in her eyes, and they kissed again, long and deep, which did nothing to lessen his arousal. He wished to heaven he hadn’t arranged a surprise for Desiree. He’d carry her right up to his cottage and love her until night fell, and then he’d love her all the way until morning.
When he finally carried her back to the beach, she asked, “Where are we going that I needed to bring extra clothes?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Her eyes widened with excitement. “Another sexy slumber party?”
“How can you be so cuteandthe hottest woman I’ve ever known? I want to have a slumber party with you every night. In my bed. Your bed. The widow’s walk. The beach. My truck. Wherever you’d like, as long as we’re together. But I don’t think much slumbering will be going on.”
She pressed her lips together, but her smile bloomed anyway. “I want that, too.”
Chapter Twelve
“THERE YOU ARE!” Serena’s voice broke through their reverie. She was jogging toward them, her open hoodie swinging over a green bikini. Drake stood by the Jet Skis a few feet away, staring at Serena’s butt.
Rick had been so focused on Desiree, he hadn’t realized they’d reached the resort.
“I was worried that you’d changed your mind. We’re so excited for you! I can’t believe this will be your first time on a Jet Ski.” Serena hugged a very shocked Desiree, who was looking at Rick like she’d swallowed a frog.
“What exactly are we doing tonight?” Desiree asked.
Serena covered her mouth. “Oh, no. He hasn’t told you?”
“Not yet,” Rick said, giving her a thanks-a-lot look.
“Sorry,” Serena said. “I’ll just…” She pointed to the Jet Skis. “Give you two a moment alone.”
Desiree’s eyes slammed into him with a mix of excitement and shock.
“Ohmygosh. Jet Skis?” She grabbed his hand. “I’ve never been on one. I can’t drive one of those.”
“You don’t have to,” he assured her. “You’ll ride with me. All you’ll have to do is hang on. You said it was tempting the night we met, and I thought it would be fun. Drake and Serena are taking one out, too, but there’ll be no racing, no horsing around. It’s just a quick Jet Ski ride to get us to your surprise. But we have to go now, because it’s illegal to ride after sunset.”
“Way to give a girl time to decide.” She squeezed his hand. “What if I fall off?”
“You won’t. They have a very wide base, and I won’t make any sharp turns or erratic movements.” He gathered her close and felt her heart beating frantically against his. “I promise I won’t do anything dangerous. You’ll wear a life vest, and if you’re uncomfortable, we’ll stop.”
“And you think I’ll like it?” Her brows knitted.
“I do, babe, or I wouldn’t have planned it. I know you’re cautious, and I promise I’ll always be careful with you. But you like to have fun, Des, and I don’t want you to miss out on a thing.”
She glanced at the Jet Skis again, nibbled on her lower lip, and drew in a deep breath. “I guess this can’t be any more difficult than juggling a classroom of feisty preschoolers.” With a wide smile, she said, “It looks like today is my day for scary, unexpected adventures. Let’s do it.”
