Page 25 of Sweet Heat at Bayside
“I’ve always known you were the only woman who could lead me to pure, sexual madness,” he practically growled.
The wicked smile that appeared on her luscious lips nearly did him in. “Want toeducateme now?”
“There are so many dirty things I want to do to you right now, but not one of them has to do witheducatingyou.”
Her smile faded to a seductive pout. “I was hoping you’d tell me what kind of kink you like.”
She had no idea what she was doing to him, with her hands trapped, her body exposed for his taking. He did a quick visual sweep of their surroundings. They were in the hallway, shielded by a group of people talking at the entrance. He shifted his hands, holding hers in one of his, as he slid his other up her thigh.
He brushed his scruff over her cheek and said, “You want to know what I like?”
“Yes,” she panted out.
“I like you, Serena. I fantasize about you in my bed. I dream about you wearing provocative clothing—stockings, garters, heels.” He squeezed her harder, earning a sharp inhalation.
He kissed her neck, and she whimpered as he whispered dirty things he’d like to do to her, followed by, “I want to claim every inch of you.” She tried to free her hands, and he said, “Am I too much for you?”
Her eyes flamed. “No. I want to touch you.”
“Not yet, Supergirl. You wanted to know what I like, and I want to tell you.”
He took her earlobe between his teeth, and then he sucked it into his mouth. She bowed off the wall, pushing against him. He shot a glance at the entrance to the hall, still blocked by the group.Thank frigging heavens.He shifted, blocking her from view as he brushed his lips over her cheek and said, “When we’re both ready, I’m going to make love to you painfully slow and intensely deep, and then, just when you think you’ve given all you can, I’m going to make love to you a little rough and dirty.” He drew back and gazed into her eyes. She was so beautiful, so desperate for him, just like he was for her. He knew he’d probably be struck by lightning for this, but he didn’t care. Being with Serena would be worth every burning second.
“But first,” he said in a low voice, “I’m going to do everything I can toheightenandextendyour pleasure, until your skin is on fire and you lose your mind from sheer, erotic desire.”
He watched her intently. Her eyes widened with shock, curiosity, and red-hot desire. He lowered her hands and brushed his fingers over her lower lip. Her cheeks flushed.
“Got it, Supergirl?” He trapped her lower lip between his teeth, giving it a gentle tug. There was a burst of noise from beyond the hallway, pulling him from his excruciatinglyhottrance.
Serena pushed up on her toes, grabbing his arms like she might climb him as she craned to reach his mouth. She was right there, beyond ready, more than willing, but as tempting as it was to devour her, he forced himself to straighten his spine, regaining control before he threw any more caution to the wind. Focusing all his restraint, he took her hand and led her back toward the table.
“What…? Where are we going?” she asked breathlessly.
“It would be wrong to run out of the party when you’re the guest of honor.”
She stopped cold, eyes wide, and turned back toward the hall. “Then I need to use the bathroom. I can’t go out there flustered likethis.”
He gripped her hand tighter, hauling her against him, and slicked his tongue along the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Why bother cooling off? I’m only going to get you hot again.”
HOW THE HECK was Serena supposed to concentrate after Drake whispered all those dirty things to her? It had been half an hour since they’d returned to the table, and her friends were watching them so closely, they had to know what was going on. She felt like she had blinking lights on her forehead that readTOO TURNED ON TO SEE STRAIGHT. It didn’t help that under the table, Drake’s hand was plastered to her leg, his fingers moving in a titillating rhythm on her inner thigh. She could barely concentrate enough to answer the questions her friends were peppering her with.
“I want to know all about your apartment when you get there,” Emery said. “I can’t believe they hooked you up with a furnished place in walking distance to the office. That firm must really be big time.”
“They’re a leader in their field,” Serena said, reaching for her drink.
“Will you be back for the taste testing for the wedding?” Desiree asked.
Beneath the table, Drake took Serena’s hand and placed it on his upper thigh. She shot him a warning look and tried to pull her hand back, but he pressed his over it, keeping it in place. She leaned her elbow on the table, hoping to make her hand on his leg less noticeable, but that just brought his hand farther up on her thigh.
He raised his brows, a devilish grin lifting his lips. She glared at him.
“Whatis going on over there?” Mira’s eyes moved between Drake and Serena. “You look like you want to hit him.”
“Something like that,” Serena said through gritted teeth.
“Taste testing?” Desiree asked again, bringing Serena’s mind back to her question.
Drake brushed his fingers over Serena’s thigh. She lifted her glass and began guzzling her drink.
