Dangerous Kiss (Dangerous Noise 1)

"Me either." He presses his palm into my ass and pulls my body against his.

He's hard.

"I want to fuck you, Vi. I want to bury my cock in you." His voice gets low, needy. "But I want you to come on my hands more."

"Ethan…"

"Tell me you want me to get you off."

I shudder as his lips brush my neck.

I look into his eyes, trying to find his intention. I haven't got a clue. The only thing I see is desire.

"What does it mean?" I ask.

"Been trying to take this slow, but I want you too badly for that." He presses his forehead to mine. "It means I want to feel you come."

"But after that?"

"After that, I want to make you come again."

Yes. That sounds perfect. I dig my fingers into his back. "Okay."

"Turn around."

I do. I'm not cold anymore.

I'm on fire.

He slides my bikini bottoms off my hips. Then his palm is on my hip and it's pinning my ass to his crotch. He's still hard. I want that. I want every inch of him.

He drags his lips over my neck. Then it's his teeth. Pleasure floods my body as he bites me.

"Harder." I rock my hips to grind my ass against his crotch.

He bites harder. Harder. Hard enough I cry out with a mix of pleasure and pain.

My eyelids press together. "Don't stop."

He still knows every nook and cranny of my body. He keeps me pinned to him, waiting for his touch as he plants kisses up and down my neck and shoulder. He moves to the other side. Then he traces his steps with soft nibbles.

He uses his free hand to push the strap of my bikini top off my shoulder. He's painfully slow about dragging his hand down my chest.

I grind against him as he traces the top of the demi-cup. Finally, he pushes it aside. My breast spills out.

He toys with my nipple as he drags his teeth along my neck. Then his teeth are sinking into my skin. It's hard enough it will leave a mark. It's hard enough my neck will be dotted with hickies.

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It should concern me that Mal, Joel, and Kit will offer their opinions on the matter.

It should concern me that Ethan really is showing me how much he knows about public indecency.

It should concern me that I'm about ready to offer him anything, literally anything, if he'll just touch me.

But it doesn't.

Right now, I feel only two things—the pleasure of his touch and the prick of pain as he sinks his teeth into my neck.