Surrender (Seaside Pictures #4) - Rachel Van Dyken Page 0,43

walked over to Drew, holding my hand out to him to help him up, but instead of getting up, he pulled me down like I weighed nothing, right onto his lap. My legs wrapped around his body as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“There.” His lips touched mine. “That’s so much better.”

I cupped his face with my hands. “What are we doing?”

“Kissing.” His lips moved across mine briefly before pulling back. “And next, we’re going to kiss some more, and then I’m going to pour you some pre-birthday champagne, and then we’re going to talk about all the ways I’m going to taste you tonight when we’re back at the house, you know, after Not-My-Daughter’s in bed.”

I could literally feel him throbbing against me. We were alone near the bluff — I mean, if you didn’t count Will who seemed to be ignoring us altogether.

“And if I say no?”

“Your words say one thing. Your eyes say something else entirely. Let me give you a present…”

“A present.” I grinned. “Let me guess. Your present is…” I rolled my hips against him.

His mouth parted; he let out the most sexual moan I’d ever heard in my entire life. Like lighting a fire then dousing it in kerosene, there was no stopping the explosion.

I never knew a moan could do that to people.

Make them nearly fall apart in one-point-two seconds.

All because that moan promised more… and more… with ultimate satisfaction in the process.

“I was going to say me,” Drew said. “But that works too if you want me to get sexual about it.” His forehead touched mine. “B… I’ve never really given myself to anyone, except for the girl who broke my heart and married my ex-best friend, but even then, it wasn’t…” He heaved a shaky sigh. “This… this thing between us… It feels real. It feels different. You’ve given me only days, and already I’m drowning. Every single time I’m tempted to swim up out of fear of losing myself in the dark depths of what this is, you pull me back under, and I remember why I’m drowning in the first place. It’s because of you. It’s for you. And I just need you to know that right here, in this moment, I would do anything for you, be anything you need me to be. I just want you, Bronte. And I want you to want me.”

Tears welled in my eyes. “I’m scared of how much I want you.”

“Then we’ll be scared together.”

“A famous rockstar… scared?” I teased.

He locked his eyes on mine. “I’ve never been more terrified. And Will looks like he might murder me in my sleep.”

I smiled and kissed him again and then again. I lost all track of time as our lips slid against one another, as his hands dove into my hair and tugged. He didn’t feel famous in that moment.

He felt like Drew.

A guy I was falling for.

A guy I wished I had met back when my heart was fully functioning. Now all I had were scattered pieces that would never really fit like they used to.

But maybe that was why we were attracted to one another.

Maybe my pieces could fit with his.

Maybe it wasn’t about fixing what was broken and then handing it over; maybe it was about merging our pieces into one.

Drew’s tongue invaded my mouth, it took over the kiss to the point of pain and pleasure, and everything mixed in between as I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life.

The ocean ceased to exist.

The sand.

The world around us faded away, leaving only this punishing kiss, this molding of two mouths, two messy hearts, and wandering hands.

He pulled back first, a look of awe on his chiseled face. “If we don’t stop, I’m going to get sand in places no man should get sand, and nothing on this damn earth will stop me.”

I licked my lips, loving that I tasted him there, wanting to sample more of him, everywhere. “Do we have to?”

He groaned and looked away, blowing air out of his swollen lips. “You’re killing me, and self-control isn’t even close to one of my strong suits. Obviously.”

“And yet you’ve been doing so well,” I teased.

He scoffed. “Do you even know the thoughts I’ve been having about you? The stolen glances? The sleepless nights?”

“It’s been two days.”

“It’s been too long,” he countered. “And every night when I lay down, I wonder if it would be crossing a line to crawl into