Dangerous Kiss (Dangerous Noise 1)

Dammit, this whole have sex with Ethan in the hopes of forgetting I'm falling in love with Ethan thing isn't working. It's a stupid plan, now that I think about it. It sounded better in my head.

It's still sounding really fucking appealing.

His hand goes to my leg and hooks it around his. Thoughts of a plan slip away. All my intentions of pulling back to protect my heart fall away.

When our kiss breaks, I press my forehead to his. I mean to say something dirty and demanding. Make me come on your face, baby. But those words won't get anywhere near my lips.

My gaze meets Ethan's. "You make me feel alive. Not just my body. Every part of me feels alive around you. Like it's okay to feel good." So I'm terrible at dirty talk. I'll work on it. From the softness in his eyes and the hardness between his legs, I think it's working. "Make me feel good."

"Vi…"

"Don't make me beg."

The look in his eyes screams I want you to beg.

God, when he looks at me like that, I want to beg.

We're both naked. There isn't much I can do in terms of stripping seductively.

I hold Ethan's gaze as I slide my hand down his torso. My fingers brush that soft tuft of pubic hair. Then they're on his cock.

His eyelids press together as he groans.

"Fuck me, Ethan. Please. I want you inside me." I stroke him. "I want to come on your cock."

He groans. When his eyes open, they connect with mine. Something in his expression shifts. He's still concerned about me, but he's also ravenous with desire.

He needs this too.

I press my lips to his. He kisses back hard and deep. His hands go to my hips and hold my body in place against his.

His cock strains against me. I pull back as I wince. Ethan is huge and I'm not warmed up yet.

He pushes himself to his forearms. His eyes lock with mine. "Look me in the eyes, Vi."

I do.

"Tell me you want to feel pleasure."

"I do."

"That you deserve every fucking ounce of pleasure in the world."

That's harder. I take a deep breath to fight the anxiety spreading to my limbs. "I… I don't know."

"You do." He drags his lips over my neck. "You don't believe it yet. But you will." His tongue flicks against my nipple. "This is for me." He teases me again and again. "Because I want to watch you writhe under me. Because I want to hear you scream my name. Because I want you more than I've ever wanted anything."

"Ethan, please."

"Beg me."

"Please fuck me. Please make me feel good."

His voice is heavy, breathy. "Fuck, Vi." He looks up at me, his eyes filled with all the desire in the world, then his lips are on my chest. He plays with one nipple. Then the other.

His tongue is hot and wet and it feels so fucking good. Every flick of his tongue sends pleasure racing to my core. I do need him. All of him.

I only get his body, but right now that doesn't matter. Right now, I want to give all of myself to him. Right now, I really do believe I deserve all the pleasure he wants to give me.