Bayside Heat

by Melissa Foster

  “Is that a challenge, Supergirl?” he asked as he lifted her shirt over her head, leaving her bare, save for her pretty panties. He clutched her waist with both hands, lifting her off the mattress, and shifted her toward the head of the bed. He lowered his mouth to her breast, teasing her roughly with his teeth and hands, the way he’d learned she loved.

  She arched up, fisting her hands in his hair while pushing against the back of his head, pleading, “Harder, oh, oh!”

  A loud, surrendering moan left her lungs, making his cock throb. He shifted positions, rocking his steel shaft against her sex as he devoured her breasts.

  “Oh God…Drake,” she pleaded breathlessly.

  He captured her mouth, thrusting and grinding against her center. He read her noises perfectly. A high-pitched whimper told him he’d hit the spot, and her nails carving into his skin told him to press harder, move faster. Soon she was soaring, bucking and crying out into their kisses. He fucking loved that.

  He rose, grabbing both sides of her panties. “These have got to go.”

  He tore them off and rubbed the silk against his cheek, loving the flare of heat in her eyes as he drank in every sexy inch of her. She was shaved bare, her center glistening with desire—all for him. She’d unleashed every ounce of possessiveness he had been stowing away, and now there was no holding back.

  “Fuck, babe. You are stunning.” He dragged the silky panties over her thighs, around her sex, making her center clench with anticipation. “Do you know how many years I’ve dreamed of this? Of you lying naked beneath me?” He ran her panties lightly up her side, and she squirmed with the tickle and tried to cover up. “Move that hand, sweetheart. Next time I’ll use your panties to bind those pretty little wrists of yours.”

  “Do it,” she begged, and lifted her wrists.

  He grabbed one wrist and sucked the underside of it, earning more sinful pleas. “I need your hands on me tonight. But we’ll get there,” he promised, and stepped from the bed.

  He dug his wallet from his back pocket and tossed it on the nightstand and then stripped off his clothes. She licked her lips, her eyes locked on his cock, as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs. Just the thought of her hands on him made his body throb. She reached for him at the same time he roughly spread her legs. Her eyes darted up to his, and he caught her hand before she touched him.

  “Now I’m in a quandary, Supergirl. I want your hands and mouth on me, but I’m so fucking hungry for you, I don’t think I can wait.”

  He dragged his tongue across her palm. Then he sucked her fingers into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them. She breathed harder, looking so sexy, so beautiful and trusting, he ached with love for her.

  “Just let me touch you for a second,” she pleaded.

  Oh yeah. Every damn second of his life had led to her, all right. They were made for each other. He guided her hand to his cock, covering it with his own. She gave his shaft a series of tight strokes. His hips bucked, fucking her fist, and she quickened her pace, squeezing tighter as she stroked the head. He gritted his teeth at the immense pleasures.

  “What do you like?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Fuuuuck, baby.” He grabbed her hand. “I like you. Everything about you, and right now I’m half a second from burying my cock in your mouth and coming down your throat.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “Do it.”

  “Christ, you are a dirty girl. I’m not coming in your mouth before you come on mine.”

  “Just one little suck?” She scooted up to a sitting position and ran her tongue slowly across her lower lip, then along the sweet bow of her upper lip.

  His cock wept to get in her sexy mouth.

  When she reached for him, he didn’t stop her. She guided his cock into her mouth, and holy fucking hell, she sucked and swirled, following her sweet, hot mouth with a stroke of her hand. The sight alone was enough to make him come. She took him to the back of her throat, her eyes locked on his with a look as devastatingly sexy as it was challenging. She quickened her pace, and he was right there with her, pistoning his hips as she fondled his balls, until a rush of pressure skated down his spine, and he knew if he didn’t pull back, he’d lose it.

  Losing it was not an option.

  He withdrew from her mouth, earning a gasp and a whimper, which he silenced with a fierce kiss.

  “You’re a fucking goddess,” he ground out as he swept her beneath him.

  She leaned up and nipped at his lips. “What took you so long to notice?”

  “Baby, I’ve known you were my kryptonite forever.”

  He kissed her again, slow and deep, enjoying the feel of her nakedness against him. And then he kissed her longer, because he was in no hurry to relinquish her mouth. His cock rubbed against her center, slick with her arousal. Every rock of his hips earned a moan, a quiver, a gasp. She was so sensual, so alluring, he craved seeing her shiver and quake. He kissed his way down her neck, over her breasts, loving every inch from ribs to belly button. He lowered his mouth to her inner thigh, kissing and sucking, making her squirm and moan. Her intoxicating scent overwhelmed him, unleashing more carnal urges. He lifted her knees, spreading them wider, and devoured the tender skin all around her sex until she was clawing at the sheets.

  “Please, Drake. I can’t take it. I need your mouth on me.”

  She arched off the mattress, reaching between her legs. She pushed her fingers over her wetness, and he grabbed her hand.

  “You’re not rushing me, Serena.” He sucked her fingers clean, her essence bursting over his tongue like a long-awaited celebration.

  “God, your mouth,” she said greedily.

  “You want my mouth, baby?” He slicked his tongue up along her glistening center, earning another sinful moan. “Like this?”

  He circled the apex of her sex, adding pressure to her most sensitive nerves, over and over again. She inhaled a series of small, sexy gasps.

  “Or like this?” He sealed his mouth over her swollen sex, plunging his tongue into her tight heat.

  “Yes!” she cried out as he took her roughly, devouringly, and used his hand to add pressure where she needed it most. “Oh God, Drake!”

  Her hips bucked, her sex clenched around his tongue, and a stream of sultry, erotic noises sailed from her lips. He read her body perfectly, moving with her, finding, exploring, and enjoying, all of her pleasure points. He held her at the peak, knowing just when to ease up and when to give her more. She was like the finest, most exquisite instrument he could ever learn to play, and he would become an expert.

  When she finally collapsed to the mattress, he loved his way up her body as aftershocks quaked through her. She shivered at the nips and sucks he stole on his way to her glorious mouth. When his lips covered hers, she didn’t pull away at the taste of her arousal lingering on his lips or the ferocity with which he kissed her. She rose beneath him, trying to take even more.

  They both came away breathless. There were so many things he’d thought he’d say at this incredible, important moment. He’d profess his love for her, promise not to hurt her, to support everything she wanted in her career. But as he gazed into her trusting, loving eyes, he saw that she already knew all those things.

  He reached for his wallet.

  “Don’t,” she said softly.

  The plea in her eyes made his heart feel impossibly fuller.

  “Have you been unsafe with anyone?” she asked.

  “No. Never,” he said honestly, and the rest of the truth poured out. “I hoped we would eventually get our timing right. I was always careful.”

  A sweet smile lifted her lips. “I’ve waited my whole life to be with you, and I’m on birth control—”

  Her words were lost in the eager press of his lips as he gathered her in his arms, gazed deeply into her eyes, and said what perhaps she didn’t yet know. “I’m yours, Serena. I’ve been yours since you set your mesmerizing eyes on me and nervously fumbled your way through asking if I’d si
ng a duet with you. I wanted you desperately then, and I regretted holding back, but it brought us to this magical place and time, and I will not let you down again.”

  He lifted her into the cradle of his arms, kissing her as their bodies became one. Nothing could have prepared him for the surge of emotions engulfing him or the intensity of their connection as they found their rhythm. They didn’t rush as they explored angles and depths, their bodies moving in exquisite harmony. Lust spiked through him with every seductive gasp, every erotic touch. When her orgasms crashed over her, one after another, like they’d set off an avalanche, the way she clung to him, crying out his name, was the most intense pleasure he’d ever experienced. Their passions mounted, desire stacking up inside him until he felt it throbbing through his veins, simmering beneath his skin, and when she bit down on his shoulder, he surrendered to his own powerful release.

  Sometime later, as they lay tangled together, Serena drifted off to sleep and Drake wondered how they’d managed to give each other so much for all those years without ever giving each other this.

  Chapter Ten

  THE MORNING SUN snuck into Serena’s loft as slow and sweet as a cove kissed the shore, bringing the most glorious morning of her life into focus. She lay nestled in Drake’s warmth, his strong arms holding her tight even as he slept. He smelled heavenly and manly, like all the good things in her life wrapped up in one. She wanted to turn around so she could see his face as he slept peacefully beside her, feel his breath on her cheeks. But at the same time, she didn’t want to move and break the spell they’d fallen under. What if things changed between them? What if it became awkward?

  What if they changed for the better?

  The urge to know was too strong to ignore. She turned within the confines of his arms and found him awake, smiling sleepily.

  “Hey, Supergirl.” He pressed a kiss to her lips.

  Her heart somersaulted at the emotions in his voice. Gone was the underlying restraint, the pretense of being only friends, and she liked this much better.

  “Did I wake you?”

  He shook his head. “I’ve been awake for a while, wondering how long I had to wait before I could make love to you again without you thinking I was a letch.”

  “What if I like your lechery? We have years to catch up on, and we are going to be apart until next weekend. That leaves a lot of time for my body to forget how good you feel.”

  He moved over her with a wolfish grin, his hardness pressed against her center, and her entire body reached for him. He laced their hands together, pinning hers beside her head, and began teasing her, burying only the head of his cock and moving in and out torturously slowly. He pushed deeper, stroking over the scintillating spot inside her that made her lose her mind.

  He nuzzled against her neck and said, “You think you’ll forget, huh?”

  “Uh-huh,” she said breathlessly. “Maybe you should keep reminding me.”

  His wicked mouth claimed hers, kissing the fib right out of her as he drove her to the brink of oblivion and then sent her soaring to the clouds.

  Later, after they’d loved each other thoroughly in her bed and again in the shower, greeting the day in a way she’d only dreamed of, Drake pulled on a pair of tan shorts and a green T-shirt, both of which hugged him in all the best places.

  “What are you gawking at?” Catching her watching him in the mirror as she put on a pair of dangling peach earrings to match her peach-and-white tie-dyed tank top and khaki shorts, he circled her waist from behind.

  She turned in his arms, so full of happiness she thought she might burst. “I’ve been crushing on you for so long, I keep expecting you to vanish or for me to wake up from the best dream ever.”

  His low laugh was music to her ears. He kissed her again, and then he swatted her butt. “This is no dream, sweetheart. Come on. Let’s go find your grocery store and explore.” He dug a palm-sized notebook from his backpack and handed it to her. “I started a list for you…well, for us.”

  “A list?” She flipped to the first page, taking in his familiar all-capped handwriting.

  HARBORWALK

  INSOMNIA COOKIES (OPEN UNTIL 3AM!)

  FANEUIL HALL MARKETPLACE

  THE CHEERS BAR (CHEERS BEACON HILL)

  INSTITUTE OF CONTEMPORARY ART

  DUCK BOATS

  FENWAY PARK

  BOSTON TEA PARTY SHIPS & MUSEUM

  AQUARIUM

  BLACKBIRD DOUGHNUTS

  “You found an all-night cookie place?” She launched herself into his arms. “When did you have time to do this?”

  “When I couldn’t stop thinking about you and your new life and I realized how much I wanted to be a part of it. I want to explore Boston with you and see your gorgeous smile and your eyes light up when you see some of those things for the first time.”

  “Who knew you were so romantic?”

  “Definitely not me,” he said as he pushed his feet into a pair of loafers. “But you’re annihilating everything I thought I knew about myself.”

  “I prayed to the devil to get you to stop being so restrained around me. Where do you want to start exploring?” she asked excitedly.

  He checked the time on his phone. “I promised Hagen I’d take him sailing today, so I have only a few hours. I’ve got to be on the road by noon, and I want to make sure we get your groceries so you don’t have to stress over that.”

  She’d forgotten Mira had mentioned the sailing trip. Knowing he drove all that way just to be with her when he had to rush back made their time together even more special.

  “I’m Supergirl, remember? I can get my own groceries, and according to the handy-dandy list you made me, Insomnia Cookies will make sure I don’t starve. I say we explore.”

  He chuckled. “Okay, Supergirl. Exploring it is.”

  She put on a pair of cute sandals and they headed outside. It was a gorgeous, cool morning, made even brighter by the feel of Drake’s hand claiming hers.

  “Let’s head toward Faneuil Hall Marketplace and see what we can find,” she suggested.

  “I’m yours until noon. You lead, I’ll follow.” He leaned in for a kiss.

  How could something as simple as a kiss make her swoon like a schoolgirl? Yet here she was, grinning so hard it hurt, her heart racing like he’d just proposed, as they crossed the street.

  “Are you nervous about tomorrow?” he asked casually.

  “Yes and no. I’m confident about my skills, but I am a little out of my element here. I hope my creativity hasn’t become too Cape Coddish.”

  “It’s not like you’ve only been decorating beach cottages with Shift. And look at what you’ve done with the music stores and the resort. I don’t think you’re too Cape Coddish at all.”

  She waved at the high-rise buildings, the traffic on the four-lane streets. “I know, but there’s definitely a difference between the corporate business world on the Cape and here. That’s what I’m nervous about. That and fitting in with city people.”

  “Look around you, Supergirl.” He motioned toward the people walking by. “They’re just people.”

  “City people,” she pointed out. “They think differently than we do.”

  “And you have always thought big. You’re the perfect blend of corporate woman and beach girl.” As they waited for a light to change, he gathered her in his arms and said, “I’ll tell you what. Anyone gives you a hard time, you send them my way. And next weekend, when you come home to help with the music store, I’ll make you feel better.”

  “Now, that sounds promising.”

  The light changed, and a few minutes later they crossed over the water and stopped to enjoy the view. It was so different from Wellfleet, with all the tall buildings along the shore and no sandy beaches.

  “It smells different from Wellfleet,” she said. “But it still makes me feel closer to home to see the water.”

  Drake put his arm around her and kissed her cheek. “I’ll bring sand next time. We’ll fill up a b
aby pool with it and put it on your balcony. Do you have a balcony? I don’t remember seeing one.”

  “No, but I read about a rooftop deck. We can put it there, throw on bathing suits, and…It still won’t be home,” she said. “But if you’re with me, it’ll be close enough.”

  They talked about the music store as they continued walking.

  “Did you connect with Carey?” she asked. Carey Osten was a free-spirited musician and record aficionado who had helped Drake run several of his stores over the years. Carey traveled often, and usually lived in his old Dodge van. Though he owned a cell phone, he wasn’t married to it like most of the people they knew. Sometimes it took him weeks to return calls.

  “He got back to me yesterday. He’s on his way back from California. He’ll be at the opening, ready to run the store. I confirmed with Cree, too. She’s all set.” Lucretia “Cree” Redmond was in her early twenties and dressed like a mini-Violet. She had an affable personality without the snark Violet so proudly touted. Cree played several instruments, and although she worked for their friend Sky in her tattoo parlor in Provincetown, she had agreed to also work part-time at the music store.

  “I spoke to Cree, too, and Maddy and Evan. That’s a few more things off our to-do list.” Madison Barber was in town for the summer visiting her sister, Lizzie, and had also agreed to work part-time at the music store. She was in her early twenties and lived in Harborside, Massachusetts, not far from the Cape. She and Evan Grant, the son of their friends Bella and Caden, had graduated from college together in Harborside. Evan lived and worked full-time on the Cape and had offered to help out with the grand opening.

  They talked about the minutiae of opening another store—supplies, insurance, modifying the employee handbook, and a number of other things. Drake was as organized as Serena was, and even when they disagreed, they always found a way to compromise. She loved how in sync they were when it came to business. As long as that business isn’t me leaving the resort, she mused.