Dangerous Kiss (Dangerous Noise 1)

He sinks his teeth into my skin. It's a tiny hint of pain, only enough to wake up my senses.

His fingers slide under my skirt. He presses his palm against me, over my panties. I can feel all the heat of his hand. I can feel the callouses on his fingers. I need these panties gone. I need those fingers on me.

He rubs me over my panties. I gasp, my knees knocking together out of pure reflex.

"Take off your clothes." His blue eyes get intense and demanding as he takes a step backwards.

I slide his leather jacket off my shoulders and drop it on the floor. Slowly, I unzip my blouse and pull it over my head.

His eyes get wider. His expression gets hungrier. Still, he stays put.

My skin burns from the intensity of his gaze. It's like I'm the best thing he's ever seen.

Slowly, I unzip my miniskirt and slide it off my hips. I let my breasts spill as I bend over to remove my boots. Then it's just me in my bra and panties.

Ethan's tongue slides over his lips. He presses his palms against his outer thighs. He wants to touch me—I can tell—but he's waiting.

I want him touching me.

His eyes stay glued to mine. "All your clothes."

Heat pools in my core as I do away with my bra and panties. I've been naked in front of Ethan plenty of times, but this feels different.

He gives me a long, slow once-over. "Sit on the bed."

My stomach flutters with nervous energy. I practically float to the bed. My knees knock together. I place my palms on my thighs to steady myself and I meet his gaze.

Ethan takes a few steps towards me. "You think about me when you touch yourself?"

"All the time."

"Because you want me?"

For a second, my inhibitions kick in. This is too revealing, too scary. But the look in his eyes spurs me on. "Yes."

"Because you want the pleasure?"

"Yes."

"You deserve that pleasure." He gives me another long, slow once-over. "Spread your legs."

I do. It's like my body is moving of its own accord. It has no interest in my inhibitions.

Between the bulge in his jeans and the desire in his eyes, he's making a compelling argument against inhibitions.

"I want to make you come every day. When I can't make that happen, I need to know you will." He moves closer. "Show me. Show me how you touch yourself."

He wants to watch me come from my own hand.

My entire body flushes. No doubt my cheeks and chest are as red as my hair. There are nerves racing through my stomach, but there isn't a single part of me that wants to deny him.

I want to show him how I touch myself.

I spread my legs a little wider as I slide my hand below my belly button. His blue eyes stay glued to me. His expression stays intense and wanting.

He wants me that much.

Pleasure spreads through my torso as my fingers skim my clit. It's strange being on display for Ethan—we never did this—but it's strange in an amazing, hot as hell kind of way.