Seaside Hearts (Love in Bloom: Seaside Summers, Book 2) Contemporary Romance (10 page)

“Jesus…” she said in one long breath.

He tightened his hold and nipped at her earlobe. “When you’re with me…” He kissed the back of her neck. “How about if mine is the only name coming off your lips?” Her breathing quickened again; her taut nipples pressed against his chest. He pressed both hands to her cheeks, hard, his thumbs against her jaw—a last chance for her to beg off. He wanted to be gentle, but gentle left the boat the minute she said he didn’t need an invitation. Indecent thoughts he’d tried to stop himself from pairing with Jenna raced through his mind. If he was going to be with Jenna, really be with her, he needed to know she could handle—and wanted—him
before
he tasted that sweet mouth of hers.

But when he looked into her beautiful eyes and felt her eager body, it struck him like a ton of bricks.

She was there with Charlie. She wasn’t his to claim. No matter how much she felt like she was, no matter how hard he was or that he was practically salivating at the thought of kissing her, she wasn’t his to enjoy. Pete did not want to share Jenna.

He forced himself to bring his mouth to her ear again.

“When you’re done with your boy, Jenna, and you want me.
Just me
. You let me know.” His voice sounded rough and gravelly, laden with frustration.

Releasing her was the hardest thing he’d ever done, until he took a step back and unfurled her fingers from his jeans, breaking their connection altogether. Jenna let out a loud breath, panting, her eyes slowly refocusing on him.

“Wha—? Why?”

It was a fair question, and the anger in her beautiful eyes was fair, too. He wanted to take her in his arms and devour her, but he wouldn’t. Once their lips touched, she was his. And he was hers. All Pete had to offer her was the truth.

“I don’t share well. Not you, Jenna. I can’t share you.”

He felt her hot stare follow him as he stepped away; then her hand clutched the back of his jeans and she yanked him back. Pete was a formidable presence against her petite frame. He turned with her efforts and Jenna threw her arms up, coming up short of his neck, which almost made him laugh because she was so fucking cute, all hot, bothered, and ready to devour him. But laughter wasn’t on his mind as he gripped her waist and lifted her easily so she could do what she pleased. He was powerless to resist the love he felt for her. Jenna’s arms circled his neck as he backed her against the wall and sealed his lips over hers in a hard, deep crash of a kiss. She met stroke after insistent stroke of his hunger. She buried her hands in his hair, her nails digging into his scalp as they deepened the kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding her up, freeing his hands to grope and—good Lord, her body was supple, her breasts, sheer perfection. She could damn well handle him, and now he knew she wanted him, too. Just him.

With one powerful arm around her waist, the other feeling her up—yes, feeling her up, because there was no other way to describe the way he took what he’d been wanting, what he’d tried to ignore for too long—he turned with her in his arms and lowered them both to the padded bench behind them. Holy hell, it was all he could do not to take her right there. She rocked her hips against his groin, and he grabbed a handful of her sweet ass, pressing her harder against him, until he could barely think.

“I’ll see where she went.” Bella’s voice sailed around them as they made out like horny teenagers.

Footsteps descended the stairs, and Pete knew he should pull away, but Jenna was intoxicating, grabbing his hair, kissing him like he was the very oxygen she needed to survive. He wanted to stay right there, kissing her, loving her.

“What?” Bella’s voice again, coming closer.

Fuuuck
.  

He tore himself from Jenna, leaving her gasping for air, sprawled across the bench. He lifted her to a sitting position and then plopped down beside her, hoping his erection would somehow disappear and knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell it would.

Bella was looking behind her, up toward the deck. She turned, her eyes darted between them, and worry shifted across her features.  “Oh. Shit.”

There was no way for them to hide the urgency of their need. He was sure it dripped from their pores. Jenna’s hair was a tangled mess, her cheeks were flushed, and if that wasn’t enough to give them away, between his raging erection and her erect nipples…
Aw hell
.  Pete ran his hand through his hair and turned his attention to Jenna. He wasn’t about to try and explain to Bella. She knew exactly what was going on, but he didn’t want Jenna to be embarrassed, and the last thing she needed was for Charlie to find out.
Charlie
. Pete bit back his distaste that Jenna had come with Charlie and that now he’d have to relinquish her to him again. He ran his fingers through her hair until she looked more kempt, then cupped her cheeks and stared deeply into her eyes.

“Jenna,” he whispered, and rested his forehead against hers.

“Holy moly.” Bella took a step toward the stairs, then turned back.

Pete waited for Jenna to say something, and when she didn’t, he kissed her cheek and took her hand in his. “Go out with me tomorrow?”

She nodded, a slight smile on her lips, and in her eyes was pure, unadulterated desire that snuck inside him and softened his rough edges. Only then did he realize what he’d been too thick to see for all these years. Jenna didn’t need words. She didn’t need to be aggressive like the women he was used to, telling him that she wanted him, staking claim to him in a way that left no doubt. There was more want in her eyes, more real emotion, than any woman had ever verbalized. How could he have been so blind for so long? Jenna was the perfect combination of confidence and sweetness, and dear Lord, tomorrow could not come soon enough.

JENNA FELT LIKE she’d sprouted wings and jumped from the top of a tower. She was soaring, weightless, among the clouds. Pete placed her hand on her thigh and covered it with his own, and then he smiled. Oh, how she loved his smile. His lips. The man could kiss—and hold, and touch, and,
Oh God. I like you. I like you so damn much
.

“Are you okay?” His voice was tender and caring.

She nodded, or at least she thought she did.

“I don’t want you to have trouble with Charlie, so I’m going to go up to the deck, but, Jenna, I need you to know that leaving you is the last thing I want to do.”

“Maybe so, but go. Please go,” Bella urged as she shot another look up the stairs. “Jesus, you two look like…Forget it.  You know what you look like.”

Pete’s eyes never left Jenna. She felt protected and cherished in a way no man had ever made her feel with nothing more than a kiss, a touch, and a thoughtful tone.

“Okay?”

She forced herself to nod. When he rose to his feet, he took her next breath with him and she longed for him to return. 

Pete stopped beside Bella. “You know I don’t want to leave her.”

Bella pushed him toward the stairs, her eyes frenzied. “Yes. I know. Now get the hell up there before she gets in trouble.”

He turned back, his eyes locking on Jenna again. Her breath caught in her throat. “I didn’t want to do this when you were here with another guy. I’m sorry, Jenna. It wasn’t my intent to make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh dear Lord.” Bella rolled her eyes. “She knows. It was passion. You guys couldn’t help it. Whatever.” She gave him a hard shove toward the stairs, and his lips curved into a smile.

“It was so much more.” He shifted his gaze to Bella. “But you can minimize it if it makes you feel better.”

He disappeared up the stairs, and Jenna let out a loud breath. Bella rushed to her side and grabbed her hand.

“Oh my God. What happened?” She snapped her fingers in front of Jenna’s face. “Hello? Jenna?” Each word was a harsh whisper, a reminder that Jenna had become unhinged and she needed to fix herself. Now.

Jenna breathed deeply. She trapped her lower lip in her teeth and clenched her eyes shut, wanting to remember every second of being in Pete’s arms: the brush of his stubble against her cheeks, the way he held her tightly, like she was his, the way he kissed—goodness, the way he kissed. She felt as though she might burst. When she opened her eyes, she met Bella’s concerned gaze.

“You know what you said a first kiss should be?” Jenna asked.

“Yes.”

“This was a million times better.”

THE TRAIL LEADING to Duck Harbor Beach was a long one that snaked over the dunes with no trees to shade and cool the sand. The first time Jenna had come to Duck Harbor with Pete, they’d come in the afternoon with their friends from Seaside. By noon the path was scorching hot, and by three o’clock, even walking in flip-flops was painful, because sand seeped over the edges, sizzling from roasting for hours in the hot sun. Jenna had complained on the way over the steamy dunes, and Pete had knelt before her and given her a piggyback ride to the beach while the others made fun of them. They’d come to Duck Harbor with bottles of wine and a basket of snacks, to watch the sunset. It was years ago, but Jenna recalled it as if it were yesterday. The sun had left layers of purple and orange in its wake, and she and Pete had sat beside each other. When she shivered with the cool night air, he’d wrapped his zip-up sweatshirt around her shoulders with the easiest smile.

She sighed, thinking of how she’d felt warmed by his jacket, his scent soaking into her senses. She’d relived their kiss so many times since yesterday that she’d memorized every breath. He was so different from the man she thought he’d be that he’d taken her by surprise. Heck, she’d taken herself by surprise when she’d pulled him back for a kiss, but she wasn’t taking any more chances. She wanted him to know how she felt about him.

I think he got the hint.
 

Jenna set down her romance novel and flipped onto her back with a sigh. She’d talked to her mother for an hour this morning, and she made a point of omitting any mention of Pete. Her mother went on and on about the new outfits she’d bought, outfits that sounded too young for Jenna, much less her mother. Jenna had tried to be patient with her, and when her mother brought up coming down to the Cape again, Jenna agreed to the idea, but put off choosing a date until she knew where she and Pete were headed. She’d come to Duck Harbor to try to ease her nerves about their impending date, but it wasn’t working. She was sure she’d somehow swallowed a nest of bees.

She sighed again.

Amy set her book down and turned onto her back. “You’re doing it again.”

“Hm?” She and Amy had been lying in the sun since nine o’clock that morning. Vera had joined them and was sitting contentedly beneath a large umbrella, wearing a straw sunhat and a sheer cover-up over her bathing suit, a thick book in her hands. Like Jenna and Amy, Vera was an avid reader, which made them perfect companions for a lazy beach day.

“You have that
just been done
look,” Amy whispered. “I’m a little jealous.”

“I know about that look,” Vera said with a twinkle in her eyes. She patted her hair and smiled.

“Vera!” Amy laughed.

“I do
not
have that look. My eyes are closed.” Jenna scrunched her nose, then wiggled her lips, but she didn’t feel as though her face had been portraying anything telling.

“Jenna dear,” Vera began. “Women don’t need to see other women’s eyes to know when we’re thinking about men. Our skin resonates desire. Why, you could no better hide that than the bay could refrain from washing away at low tide.”

“I’m that transparent? Wow. Vera, I wish I would have known that yesterday morning. That’s probably why when I finally got the guts to break up with Charlie, he wasn’t surprised.”

“Oh yes. I’m sure that’s why.” Vera sighed. “Men know these things, too, but some take longer to recognize it than others.”

“You can say that again,” Amy agreed. “I just can’t believe I missed the whole thing with you and Pete. I didn’t even realize you were gone. Everyone was taking pictures of the shark, and Lacy and I were so focused on not being nervous that we were talking about high school just to keep our minds busy. It wasn’t until Charlie called your name and Bella went to find you that I realized you were gone. And, of course, a minute later I noticed Pete was gone, but by then I knew I had to keep Charlie out of there, so…that was fun.”

Jenna turned to face her. Amy’s blond hair was gathered over her left shoulder. She was shading her eyes and watching a man walk down the beach. Amy had a subtle tan, and there wasn’t an inch of extra meat on her, but she wasn’t like some pin-thin women who looked like broomsticks with bras. Amy’s slim hips and small breasts had curves, even if lean, and her caring personality made her even more attractive. Jenna had no idea how Tony Black didn’t want to wrap her up, take her home, and keep her all to himself. She was as good and honest as they came.  Jenna knew that Amy playing middleman with Charlie must have been very uncomfortable for her, especially since Amy wasn’t a good liar. She could omit information, but asked a direct question, she was more likely to spit out the truth and
then
slap her hand over her mouth, wide-eyed and apologetic.

Jenna reached for her hand.

“I’m so glad we’re friends, Ames. Thank you for having my back.”

“You’d do the same for me.”

“Yeah. I would. And I’m so sorry that Tony isn’t here this summer.”

Amy smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s okay. He called me this morning to say he wished he were here with us.”

Us
. Jenna wished Tony would have said
here with you
to Amy. Amy needed a distraction, and Jenna knew just the thing. She pushed to her feet and bounced on her toes. “Rock hunting time!”

“You’re such a goofball. Fine, but I’m not carrying heavy rocks back to the car, so you can forget that idea right now.” Amy pushed to her feet and slipped on a bright red, floppy sun hat.

“Vera, would you like to join us?” Jenna asked.

“Yes, I think I would enjoy a short walk.” Amy reached for her hand, and Jenna attached herself to Vera’s other arm.

Jenna loved Vera like a grandmother, and each year she was surprised to see how well Vera was holding up, especially after last year’s scare. They walked along the shore with their feet in the cold water. The bay beaches were rockier than the ocean side. The perfect rock-spotting venue for a rock collector like Jenna.

“Remember, we’re looking for—”

“Pitch-black rocks. I remember. Why pitch-black?” Amy bent to retrieve a rock and held it in her palm for Jenna to inspect.

“That’s dark gray, but close.” Jenna splashed water with her toes. “I thought this was going to be the summer I gave up on Pete,” Jenna explained. “I never thought we’d cross from friendship to anything more, no matter how much I wished for it. And with all the stuff going on with my mom, black seemed a fitting way to mark the summer.”

“One day you girls will realize that you have very little control over matters of the heart.” Vera nudged Jenna’s arm and pointed to a dark rock.

Jenna picked up the perfect black rock, thinking about what Vera said. “How can that be, Vera? People scheme all the time to connect with the person they’re attracted to.” Jenna held up the rock. “This is perfect. Thank you.” She tucked it into her bikini top, below her breast, as she’d done so many times before. With no pockets in bathing suits, Jenna had to be creative. She resituated her bikini top, then took Vera’s arm again.

“Oh yes. Women and men alike. They all scheme and plot, but rarely do those plots end the way they think they will. In my experience, forever loves, the ones that are meant to last through thick and thin, happen all on their own.” Vera smiled down at Jenna.

“See, Jenna?” Amy raised her brows. “I don’t have to look for a man. The right one will find me.”

“I guess that could be true, but, Vera, if that’s the way love works, then why is it taking Pete so long to realize I’m his…?”

“A little assumptive, are we? Just a day ago you couldn’t even talk to him.” Amy arched a brow.

“Okay, so maybe I’m not his…”

“His…” Vera repeated. “You’ll search your whole life to figure out what word encompasses all that your true love represents. I still can’t think of one word to describe my late husband. Comforting, yes. Loving, warm, angry sometimes.” She sighed. “Passionate. Frustrating. Safe. Warren was everything to me, and even that seems too simple of a statement. You’re on the cusp of your best years, girls, and every day you’ll grow a little wiser.”

“My twenties were pretty darn good,” Jenna said as she retrieved another rock, inspected it, and tossed it into the water.

They stopped and waded up to their ankles in the water.

Vera patted Jenna’s hand. “You’ll find something wonderful about every decade, but when you’re in your twenties, you’re just learning about yourself, your body, your desires, your pet peeves. Some couples can adapt to the changes that happen while you’re becoming women and men are coming into their own. But most couples these days don’t have the patience to love and grow together. They’re only interested in instant gratification, and when things fall short, they shrug and move on to the next person. My generation wasn’t better at too many things, but we seemed less self-involved. Less interested in proving we were valuable in a relationship. Things were slower. Families were units that did everything together. Oh, girls, we had such fun.” Vera reached for their hands. “We ate meals together without distractions. We could go hours without background noise, and we only knew what our friends were doing when they called or sent handwritten letters. Or, of course, when we loaded up the car and drove to see them.”

“But things change, Vera. People are busier. Everything’s more expensive, so we need to work harder. And there’s Facebook to keep in touch.” Amy looked at Jenna for validation.

“True,” Jenna agreed.

Vera’s eyes warmed even more, then filled with empathy. “It takes very little to make a happy life, girls. That’s the piece that everyone seems to forget. All those things people think they need—bigger houses, better cars, titles behind their names, gold-engraved invitations—they can never replace the warmth of trust and love, or the feeling of hugging a good friend, and I don’t mean a virtual, computerized hug.”

Vera blew out a breath and began walking down the beach again, still holding their hands. “The right relationship will leave you wanting for nothing. It will fill the spaces that others plug up with material things. And for those people, it’s when those material things are no longer enough that people turn outward, when really, they should turn their attention to their relationship and remember why they fell in love in the first place.”

“Vera, you make love sound so easy,” Amy said.

Vera laughed as they turned back the way they’d come. “Relationships are the most difficult thing you’ll ever do in your life. Childbirth? A breeze compared to living with a man. But again, the right partner will help you blossom. The wrong one will watch you wilt.”

Jenna thought about her summers on the Cape and how different they were from the other nine months out of the year, when she was strapped to her cell phone and calendar, and every minute was spent darting from one commitment to the next. There was no comparison to working versus being on vacation, but she let her mind wander, and she imagined what her life might be like if she put away her cell phone and turned off her computer in the evenings the other nine and a half months out of the year. She could read a million more books. She might even have time to paint for fun, rather than only working on projects for her art students. She wondered what Pete did in the evenings. Did he chat online? Hang out at bars during the winter? Was he a reader? She imagined him working on his boat throughout the year, maybe spending time with his dad, having dinners once a week, like she and her mother did, and the thought made her smile. She wanted to find out, and she wanted to do all those things with him.

They gathered their beach supplies and headed back to the car. Vera was so well versed in Cape beaches, having vacationed there her whole life, that she wore socks and solid walking shoes to avoid the hot sand on the path back to the car. She looked hilarious, but Jenna didn’t care. Her socks and shoes were simply part of who she was, like Jenna’s OCD tendencies and Amy’s sweet nature.

As she drove back toward Seaside, Jenna’s stomach began doing flips again. She was beyond nervous about her date with Pete that evening. If their kiss was any indication, she wasn’t sure she’d make it two minutes alone with him without climbing across the console of his truck and kissing that glorious mouth of his. She bit her lower lip as heat rushed to her cheeks. She shot a look at Vera, sitting in the passenger seat, watching her, with a smile on her thin lips.

Vera smiled. “It’ll be fine, Jenna. Remember, this is bigger than you. Just let yourself go and follow your heart.”

That’s what she was afraid of. Her heart had been soaking in thoughts of Pete for so many years that she thought she might drown.