Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

My hips shift of their own accord. He's hard under me. He's hard and I want that. I want him.

I need him.

I kiss him harder. I rise onto my knees and pull my dress to my waist.

Mal's fingertips skim the inside of my thigh. He drags them up, up, up, until he's rubbing me over my panties.

The friction of his touch sends wave after wave of desire straight to my core.

I pull back from our kiss to stare into his eyes. "Now."

He nods as he pulls my panties to my knees. It's a messy dismount as I shift off him to push my underwear to my ankles.

Mal pulls his t-shirt over his head. He lifts his hips to push his jeans and boxers to his knees.

Then his arms are around my waist and he's pulling my body onto his.

He stares back into my eyes as he enters me.

Fuck.

I spread my thighs to take him deeper.

There.

I have all of him.

His body, his attention, his heart…

Maybe.

I hold Mal's gaze as he guides my body over his. He feels so good inside me. Like it's where he belongs.

Where I belong.

Like he really is mine.

I let my eyelids flutter together and I press my lips to his.

And I kiss him like this is everything.

Because it is.

Feelings rise up in my throat. I try to swallow them down. I try to distract them by shifting my hips, rubbing my clit against Mal's pubic bone.

But that doesn't work.

The tension knotting in my core is only spurring me on.

The pleasure in my fingers and toes is only giving the words more power.

I undo my bra and toss it aside. I take Mal's hand and bring it to my breast and try to get lost in the motions of his fingers.

Fuck, he's teasing me perfectly.

He's groaning against my lips.

It's intense. I have to pull back to groan.