Page 34 of Bayside Heat
“I want you on your back while I taste and claim every inch of you.” She struggled against his strength as he held her arms up. “Am I too much for you?”
Her eyes flamed. “No. I want to touch you.”
His cock throbbed with her plea. “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, grinding against him. He shot a glance at the entrance to the hall, still blocked by the group. Thank fucking God. He shifted, blocking her from view, and tugged her hands higher, stretching her body as he slipped his fingers between her legs, feeling the damp material. She spread her legs wider, the challenge in her eyes underscored by the lust there.
He slid his finger beneath the material, gliding over her wetness, and ground out, “Fuck, Serena.” His thumb brushed over her flesh. “Bare. Oh, baby. I am going to devour you.”
A seductive grin spread across her lips, and he withdrew from between her legs. All the sass went out of her eyes, and the air rushed from her lungs. He brushed his lips over her cheek and said, “When we’re both ready, I’m going to take you painfully slow and intensely deep, and then, just when you think you’ve given all you can, I’m going to take you a little rough and dirty.” He drew back and gazed into her eyes. She was so beautiful, so desperate for it, just like him. He knew he was going to burn in hell for this, but he didn’t care. Being with Serena would be worth every singed second.
“But first,” he said in a low voice, “I’m going to do everything I can to heighten and extend your arousal, until your skin is on fire and you orgasm from sheer, erotic desire.”
He brought his damp fingers to his lips and licked them slowly, watching her intently. Her eyes widened with shock, curiosity, and red-hot sin. He lowered her hands and placed her palm over his zipper, holding it there as he slicked his fingers over her lower lip. He dipped his head and ran his tongue along the same path. Her cheeks flushed, and she squeezed his cock through his jeans.
“That’s it, Supergirl,” he said, trapping her lower lip between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug. There was a burst of noise from beyond the hallway, pulling him from his excruciatingly hot trance.
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 like this.”
He gripped her hand tighter, hauling her against him, and slicked his tongue along the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Why bother cleaning up? I’m only going to get you wet 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 read TOO 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.
