Page 37 of Bayside Heat
He took hold of one end of the tie that laced up the center of her shirt, and his eyes found hers. “If you want to remain only friends, now’s the time to tell me, Supergirl.”
Was he nuts? She couldn’t freaking speak right then if he’d held a gun to her head, so she began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt to convey her answer.
Without a word, he lifted her into his arms, guiding her legs around his waist, and finally, hungrily, crushed his mouth to hers in a penetrating kiss that resonated through her like a symphony. Every insistent stroke of his tongue took her higher; his roughness hit like crescendos as he took their kisses deeper. Just when she thought she would come apart from nothing more than this, he eased his efforts to the sweetest, tenderest kisses she’d ever experienced. He was like the most intense, passionate roller-coaster ride, taking her harder, more demanding, holding her in place with one hand buried in her hair, the other gripping her bottom. He continued his exquisite possession, devouring her fast and then slow, rough and then sweet, until her thoughts fragmented and she gave up trying to think at all.
The next thing she knew, he was on the move, carrying her to the bedroom. She could do little more than cling to him as they ate each other’s mouths, and when he lowered her to the bed, he went with her, never breaking their connection.
His strong body pressed down on her, his hands cradling her head as he took their kisses to mind-numbing depths. His kisses were whole-body invasions, causing her heart to beat faster, her breathing to become shallow and then frantic, as she filled with desperation. She clawed at his back, tugging at his shirt with the need to feel his bare skin on hers. She was completely and utterly lost in a frenzy of lust and greed and something much more animalistic.
He reared up on his knees and stripped off his shirt. Her hands were drawn to his chest like metal to magnet, moving over his muscles, through his chest hair. How many times had she imagined doing exactly this? His fingers circled her wrists, and he kissed one palm and then the other, his eyes never leaving hers. His lips were soft and hot, and when he touched them to the underside of her wrist, she held her breath. He sealed his mouth over the sensitive skin, driving her out of her mind by sucking and licking, nipping and kissing all the way from the underside of her wrist to the crook of her elbow and back again. She writhed beneath him, feeling every slick of his tongue like a spear of pleasure between her legs. She never knew mere kisses could have this effect on her, but Drake didn’t merely do anything. He consumed. Claimed. Possessed.
“Drake,” she begged. Her thong was drenched, her thighs damp with her arousal. He wasn’t kidding. He really would make her come from sheer desire.
He continued kissing and sucking, all the way up her arm to her shoulder. Then he roughly captured her mouth again, lowering his body over hers. His hard length rocked against her center. She was so wet, so ready, every bit of friction took her closer to the edge. She gasped for breath, and he breathed air into her lungs, unrelenting in his thrusts as he claimed her hands and held them above her head. His scruff abraded her lips and cheeks with the force of his kisses. One hand pushed beneath her bottom, clutching her cheek so hard, it forced her sex open, allowing him to press his shaft where she needed it most, taking her up, up, up. She was hanging on by a thread, so focused on chasing the peak, her jaw went slack as she angled her hips.
He tore his mouth away and said, “Don’t move your hands.”
Before she could process his words, he grabbed her ass with both hands, holding her open as he thrust against her. The rough denim and his hard heat sent her soaring, and when he sank his teeth into her neck, she cried out as a million shiny stars exploded behind her closed lids. Her body bucked, her sex clenched, and he captured her mouth again, kissing her so forcefully, she spun higher, out of control. A litany of indiscernible sounds and pleas flew from her lungs into his. Just when she came down from the peak, gasping for breath, his mouth left hers, and she whimpered like a lost soul.
He blazed his way down her body, nipping and sucking, whispering sweetly as he went, but she was too delirious to process his words. When he reached her shirt, he took the tie between his teeth and tugged it free. Holy mother of sexiness, that was hot.
