Dangerous Kiss (Dangerous Noise 1)

"Yes," I breathe.

From the hungry look in his eyes, it's clear we're done talking. That should bother me—the stuff we're saying does not in any way imply this is casual—but it doesn't.

Right now, nothing bothers me. I'm light. I'm free. I'm a fucking cloud.

And I want to feel dirty. I want to feel all the pleasure Ethan can give me.

He strokes me over my panties. I look up at him, watching the wonder spread over his face as he watches me back.

Goddammit, he looks so sexy in control.

He strokes me harder. He pulls me closer. He brings his lips to my neck. Then his teeth are sinking into my skin.

I gasp much louder than I should. But I don't care about that either. Knowing we have an audience makes me hotter. Knowing we can get in trouble makes me hotter. The truth is, I trust Ethan to wipe away any complications.

I trust him to erase everything that hurts, to turn all the pain in my life into pleasure.

This—us bringing each other pleasure—is the only thing, besides math, that has ever made sense to me.

I let my eyes flutter closed as his teeth sink into my neck. The hint of pain calls all my attention. It wakes up all my nerves so that the next time he strokes me, I feel more pleasure.

I feel more, period.

"Harder," I groan into his ear.

I need more of him.

I need all of him.

He pushes my panties aside. I suck in a shallow breath and look into his eyes. I'm buzzing with anticipation. I need him more than I've ever needed anything.

"Please." I dig my fingers into his skin.

He nods, his eyes glued to mine, and he stokes me with his thumb. He teases me with one finger. Two.

He slides his fingers inside me.

Pleasure pools in my pelvis.

With the next motion of his fingers, I forget about everything but how badly I want to come.

Tension in my core knots. Those strong, calloused fingers are magic. The friction is driving me out of my mind.

I suck on his neck as he fucks me with his fingers. There. I'm at the edge. Everything that isn't pleasure fades away. The music blurs together. The lights of the club blur together. I feel only the pressure of his fingers.

I taste only his skin.

There. With the next thrust of his fingers, I come. I groan into his mouth. That's not enough. I have to break free of it. I have to bring my lips to his ear so I can groan his name.

The orgasm is heavy and intense. I shake as my sex pulses. Pleasure spreads through my torso.

Every part of me is awake and alive and every part of me feels good.

But that isn't enough.

He needs to feel good too.

I guide Ethan's hand to my chest and I press my hips against his.