Page 33 of Bayside Heat
Out of eyeshot from their friends, he took Serena in his arms, crushing her softness against his hard frame. His hands splayed across her back, moving down her hips, demanding and possessive, like she was already his. Carnal desires flooded him, and he struggled to remember why he’d fought them for so long.
She gazed up at him with a challenge in her gorgeous eyes, rocking and grinding seductively against him. There was no beginning or end to what she did to him. Seeing her, laughing with her, wanting her was a continual stream of goodness culminating in an ocean of emotions.
They danced to their own private beat, slow and sensual, then fast and dirty. His hands moved greedily over her hot flesh. He wedged his thigh between her legs and pressed her hips tight against him, grinding into her so she could feel what she did to him as he spoke directly into her ear. “Touch me.”
He put enough space between them to give her hands room to roam, and roam they did, moving hot and hungrily over his chest, ribs, and oh yeah, baby, up his face. Her delicate fingers played over his scruff, then down his neck. She closed her eyes, and her lips glistened enticingly as she moved to the beat, exploring his body, getting lost in him.
“Eyes on me, Supergirl.”
Her eyes opened, needy and hauntingly sexy. Tangled between their scorching chemistry and unrelenting desire was a whispered warning, telling him to back off. He was going to upend her life if he continued on this runaway train. Their bodies connected from thighs to chest, brushing and grinding, pressing and rocking. He was hard as steel, and she was panting with desire. He lowered his mouth to her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent. Her fingers curled into the backs of his arms. He didn’t kiss her neck, didn’t touch her skin with his mouth. His lips hovered over the curve where her neck met her shoulder, breathing warmth there. She went up on her toes to reach his mouth, but he kept a sliver of space between them, enjoying her clawing and arching, her need for more. The song “Strip That Down” by Liam Payne came on, and he pulsed his hips to the erotic beat. His hands slid down to her ass, holding tight.
She grabbed his head, trying to force his mouth to her neck. He clutched her wrist and drew back far enough to see her pleading eyes.
Fuck. This.
He hauled her off the dance floor toward the hallway that led to the bathrooms.
“Where are we going?” she panted out, hurrying to keep up with him.
He had no fucking idea, because he wasn’t about to take her in a bathroom.
“Away from prying eyes.” He took her hands in his and backed her up against the wall, caging her in with his body, and pinned her wrists above her head. She stared up at him with wide eyes as he lowered his mouth near hers, craving her like a drug.
“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 to educate me now?”
“There are so many sinful things I want to do to you right now, but not one of them has to do with educating you.”
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, cupping her bare ass cheek. Going deeper, he felt the slim line of a thong. Holy fuck he wanted to be inside her.
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 naked in my bed, lying beneath me while I’m buried deep inside you. I dream about you wearing provocative clothing—stockings, garters, heels, bent over while I take you from behind.” He squeezed her ass harder, earning a sharp inhalation. “Straddling my face while I bring you to the brink of orgasm and hold you there until you beg for more, your body shaking so badly you can barely get the words out.”
He kissed her neck, and she whimpered.
