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.
Forget. 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 frigging 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 dirty 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.
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 in my bed. I dream about you wearing provocative clothing-stockings, garters, heels." He squeezed her harder, earning a sharp inhalation.
He kissed her neck, and she whimpered as he whispered dirty things he'd like to do to her, followed by, "I want to claim every inch of you." She tried to free her hands, and he said, "Am I too much for you?"
Her eyes flamed. "No. I want to touch you."
"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, pushing against him. He shot a glance at the entrance to the hall, still blocked by the group. Thank frigging heavens. He shifted, blocking her from view as he brushed his lips over her cheek and said, "When we're both ready, I'm going to make love to you painfully slow and intensely deep, and then, just when you think you've given all you can, I'm going to make love to you a little rough and dirty." He drew back and gazed into her eyes. She was so beautiful, so desperate for him, just like he was for her. He knew he'd probably be struck by lightning for this, but he didn't care. Being with Serena would be worth every burning second.
"But first," he said in a low voice, "I'm going to do everything I can to heighten and extend your pleasure, until your skin is on fire and you lose your mind from sheer, erotic desire."
He watched her intently. Her eyes widened with shock, curiosity, and red-hot desire. He lowered her hands and brushed his fingers over her lower lip. Her cheeks flushed.
"Got it, Supergirl?" He trapped her lower lip between his teeth, 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 flustered 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 cooling off? I'm only going to get you hot 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.
He raised his brows, a devilish grin lifting his lips. She glared at him.
"What is going on over there?" Mira's eyes moved between Drake and Serena. "You look like you want to hit him."
"Something like that," Serena said through gritted teeth.
"Taste testing?" Desiree asked again, bringing Serena's mind back to her question.
Drake brushed his fingers over Serena's thigh. She lifted her glass and began guzzling her drink.
Violet narrowed her eyes, and with a knowing smile aimed at Desiree, she said, "I've never heard it called that, but okay."
Serena spit out her drink, spilling it all over herself and the table. "Sorry!"
"Oh no!" Desiree handed her a napkin.
Everyone began wiping up the table, except Drake, who reached over to wipe droplets of alcohol from her breastbone. His eyes were dark and full of desire, and she was sure everyone was onto them. She swatted his hand away.
"What did you mean, Violet? What's wrong with taste testing?" Desiree huffed out a breath.
"She meant something dirty," Mira explained, turning a questioning look to Serena-and then to Drake.
"Ohmygosh." Serena sank back into her chair.
"I always feel like I'm two steps behind," Desiree complained. "You keep changing code words. Can't you just say sex?" Desiree asked.
"No!" Serena snapped. "We're not having sex!" All eyes turned to her. "Great. Thanks, Violet."
"I can say it, baby." Rick nuzzled against Desiree's cheek and said, "Let's go home and have sex."
Now Desiree was as red-cheeked as Serena felt.
"Geez." Serena swiped at her clothes to keep from looking at their knowing stares. "I'm all wet."
Laughter burst from Violet's lips. "This is news to you? Because you're not going to win any Academy Awards for that performance of innocence-"
"Violet!" Drake warned. "Come on, Supergirl. Time to get you out of those clothes."
"Finally!" Violet lifted her glass in a toast and said, "Proceed with the long-awaited seduction!"
"Violet!" Desiree chastised.
"We are not having sex!" Serena insisted.
Drake shut Violet down with another harsh glare and hauled Serena against him.
"Stop. They already think I'm lying about sleeping with you!" she said in a harsh whisper.
Drake slid a serious gaze over their friends. With his arm protectively around Serena, he said, "Let me make this very clear: Serena and I are not sleeping together. We have never slept together."
"Well, that's technically not true," Mira said. "You've fallen asleep on the beach together."
"Aw, you guys are so cute," Desiree said as she got up to hug Serena. "You should go home and change out of your wet clothes."
Drake waggled his brows. Serena rolled her eyes as the others got up to hug her goodbye.
"I love you, sis. I'm going to miss you, so make sure you call me a lot," Chloe said. Then she whispered, "And I want details!"
Serena groaned.
"Me too!" Emery said, pulling Serena into a fierce hug. "Have fun taste testing."
"I'm never going to live tonight down, am I?" Serena asked as Mira hugged her.
"Probably not," Mira agreed. "I don't know what's going on between you and my brother tonight, but rest assured, I do not want any details."
"That's good, because I don't know what's going on, either," she confided. "I love you, and I'm going to miss you so much."
"I have a feeling I'm going to be wiping Mira's tears tomorrow morning when she wakes up and her bestie has moved to Boston." Matt wrapped Serena in his arms. "Good luck. You're going to make us all proud."