Dangerous Kiss (Dangerous Noise 1)

He's hard.

I cup him over his jeans. "I want you too."

"Later."

I shake my head. My eyes find his. "I want you in my mouth."

Hunger fills his eyes.

Damn, the way he's looking at me with this mix of need and adoration makes me want to go again.

"Saw an empty room." He slides his hand around my waist and guides me through the dance floor.

There's a private room in the corner. At least, the small window in the door makes it look private. The window offers a pretty nice view. We'll be on display if anyone wants to look.

This is dangerous. Not as dangerous as the feelings stirring in my stomach but dangerous none the less.

His eyes find mine as his fingers curl around the door handle. There's an offer in his eyes. He's checking to make sure I'm still game.

God damn, the affection in his eyes makes me warm all over. It's not the same heat as the sex, but it feels just as good.

I nod.

He pulls the door open.

I step inside. Then he's inside and the door is shut. This room is big, for private parties, or maybe just for busy nights. It's the middle of the week. The main room is plenty packed, but there's nowhere near enough people to spill into here.

I muster up all the confidence I can manage, look him dead in the eyes, place my hands against his shoulders, and pin him to the wall.

His eyes fix on mine. They're equal parts hungry and needy.

I rub him over his jeans as I drag my lips over his neck.

He groans, his hips bucking. Right now, he's at my mercy.

I'm drunk on the power of it.

I drag my lips over his collarbone. I tug his t-shirt out of the way enough to plant kisses on his chest. My hands go to his belt— it's the same one he always wore, my hands remember it well—and unbuckle it. I slide my hand into his jeans so I can cup him over his boxers. There's barely any fabric between my hand and his cock. I can feel how hard he is, how warm he is, how big he is.

His hand goes to the back of my head. Gently, he pushes me onto my knees.

I tug his jeans off his hips. Then the boxers. Then I'm face to face with Ethan's cock.

Damn, I missed this.

I brush my lips against his tip. He shudders and tugs at my hair.

Goddammit, I really, really missed this.

I tease him with my lips again and again. Then I tease him with my tongue. He shudders and groans, but he does nothing to spur me on.

I flick my tongue against him until his palm presses into the back of my head. He looks down at me and pushes my blouse off my shoulders. He tugs at my bra until my breasts spill out.

His fingers go to my nipple, teasing me the way I'm teasing him.

Dammit, that feels good.

Slowly, I take him into my mouth.