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She lowered her voice and said, “Careful. If you get any on my skin, you might have to lick it off.”
Heat flared in his eyes. “Hagen,” he said without taking his eyes off Serena. “Let’s get busy melting those marshmallows. Uncle Drake has aninsatiableappetite. We might need to use the whole bag.”
Chapter Eighteen
DRAKE AWOKE TO Serena’s soft lips kissing their way down his stomach. He didn’t even try to suppress his smile as he threaded his fingers into her hair, loving the feel of it—and her hot mouth—against his skin. He’d wanted to take her home the minute he’d seen her beautiful face appear in the darkness last night, but they’d stayed at the bonfire catching up with the others for almost an hour before they’d finally turned in.
She kissed her way back up his body, passion brimming in her eyes, so different from the joy that had radiated off her when he’d seen her in her office. That happiness had driven him to toy with the idea of buying the guitar store that was going out of business in Boston. Leaving the Cape had never been in his plans, but as he’d come to realize, neither had a life without Serena.
“I love you, Supergirl,” he said vehemently. “I have loved you for as long as I can remember.”
“A big YouTube star like you?” A rascally look rose in her eyes. “I bet you say that to all the fangirls.”
“Only the really special one who loved me before I was famous.”
The emotions in her eyes told him how she felt before she said another word. But when she said, “I loved you when you were a skinny teenager carrying around a beat-up guitar and too cool to like me back,” sweetly and honestly, he got all choked up.
“I was never too cool for you. You’ve always been out of my league.” He pressed his lips to hers, then said, “And just so we’re clear, sass-mouth, other than family, you’re theonlywoman I’ve ever said those three words to.”
Her eyes filled with darkness so alluring, so lustful, his mouth watered. His every fantasy come true. The woman he loved, every gorgeous curve his for the loving.
“Take all of me, rock star,” she whispered.
“So trusting,” he whispered as he pressed kisses to her cheeks. “So sweet.
Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to cross any lines you don’t want me to.”
“I love you. With us there are no lines.”
As their bodies became one, his words played in his head—you’re the only woman I’ve ever said those three words to—and he knew she’d also be the last.
ALONGWHILE later, they stumbled, sated and more in love than ever, over to Emery and Dean’s for breakfast.
“I still can’t believe Emery wanted to host breakfast,” Serena said in a hushed whisper as they neared Dean and Emery’s cottage. Emery wasn’t teaching yoga that morning and had announced at the bonfire last night that they were hosting breakfast today. “She can’t boil water without setting off the smoke alarm.”
It wasalmostthe truth. Emeryhadset off the fire alarm at her and Dean’s cottage twice over the winter. The first time she’d forgotten to put water in the pot and burned it while taking a bath. But the second time, from what Dean had claimed, it was just as much his fault as Emery’s. He’d found her in the kitchen wearing only her panties while she was cooking eggs, and they’d ended up in the bedroom for averylong time.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’d never let you go hungry. I’ve gotplentyfor you…”
Drake pulled Serena closer, kissing her bare shoulder. He loved this particular sleeveless sundress. It was black-and-white and pattered like a bandanna. The top fit like a tube top from the eighties, clinging to her, while the rest was loose and short. She looked like she belonged on the beach, which was his favorite place to observe her. She was a beach girl at heart, and as he pondered that thought, he realized she hadn’t been out on the water in a while.
“Thatdoesn’t fill me up,” she said. “It only makes me hungrier forrealfood.”
He leaned down and kissed her.
“Hey, lovebugs,” Desiree called from behind them.
They turned and greeted Desiree, Rick, and Violet. Desiree and Rick looked beyond happy, holding hands and smiling. Desiree’s hair was pinned up in a ponytail.
“Don’t you mean hump bunnies?” Violet smirked. Her raven hair was wild and loose around her shoulders. She wore her typical summer duds, one of her many black bikini tops and a black miniskirt, along with her biker boots, of course.
“Violet!” Desiree chastised. “Why do you always have to make something nice sound dirty?”
“Who says dirty isn’t nice?” Violet shot back.
“I’m with Vi on this one. Sorry, Des,” Serena said as they stepped onto Dean and Emery’s patio.
“Hey, are we still planning to go tubing after the wedding tasting a week from Saturday?” Drake asked, thinking about getting Serena back out on the water.
