Dangerous Kiss (Dangerous Noise 1)

We walk the three blocks to Ethan's place hand in hand. The sounds of the surf get quieter with each of our footsteps, but the silence is comfortable.

Ethan's company is all I need.

He smiles as he leads me inside. "Piper's car isn't in the driveway."

"Oh." I squeal as he scoops me into his arms and spins me. "Ethan!"

"I still owe you one." He carries me up the stairs and into his room—he has to kick the door open. "When you were here two years ago, I should have said fuck, Violet, that's amazing. And I should have thrown you on the bed and made you come until you passed out."

God, it's hot in here. I slide my arms around his shoulders and squeeze tight. "In that case you owe me three or four."

"That's what I was thinking." He tosses me onto the bed, on my back. He drags his fingers up my inner thigh until he's tracing the seam of my jeans.

I crane my neck to catch the time on the alarm clock. I have an appointment later this afternoon, but I have more than enough time for this.

"Something you want to say, honey?" Ethan asks.

I have a timer set for an hour before my appointment. There's no risk I'll be late.

I relax into the bed. My hand goes to Ethan's hair. "You still have a mirror on your ceiling."

"Yeah."

"You use it with other girls?"

"No." He unzips my jeans and peels them off. Slowly, he drags his fingertips up my bare legs. "You're the only person I've ever brought home."

"But you—"

"You're the only person I've ever cared about, Vi." He drags his lips up my calf, over the inside of my knee, up my inner thigh. "What was the deal? You come on my hands then on my face?"

"Uh-huh."

"I'm going change the order around." He pushes my panties aside. "If that's alright with you."

"Ethan…"

His breath is warm on my skin. His lips are soft and wet. He does owe me this, but I'm not concerned about an orgasm count— there's no way I'll ever catch up to him on that.

It's the celebration I want.

The happiness.

His happiness has always been my happiness. I want the same from him.

I want-

My thoughts drift away as he flicks his tongue against me. Right now, I want this.

God, I want this.

Ethan's fingers dig into my inner thighs as he licks me. I melt into the bed. I melt into his touch.

There isn't a solid part of me left.

My pleasure builds quickly. I run my fingers through Ethan's hair. I press my thighs into his cheeks. I groan his name.

He's giving me all this pleasure and I'm giving him all of me. This is how it should be. Not just Ethan between my legs—though I certainly can't complain about that—but the two of us without defenses.