Dangerous Rock (Dangerous Noise 3)

"Not that. Well… that. But this first." She slides off the table, turns around, and motions to the zipper of her pencil skirt. "Undo that for me."

I place my body behind hers. She groans as my hard-on brushes against her ass.

All these clothes in the way.

They need to be gone.

But I need to torture her too.

I slide my hands over her hips and hold her body against mine. She purrs as I bring my lips to her neck.

I plant soft kisses along her skin.

Then hard ones.

Then I'm sucking on her earlobe.

She grinds her ass against my crotch. "Joel… I… I'm going to lose my nerve."

And I'm going to lose my ability to form coherent sentences.

I don't mind. But this is clearly important to her.

I drag my hands over the edge of her skirt then I pull down her zipper.

She looks back to me. "Tell me you like it." She pushes her skirt and panties off her hip in one smooth motion.

There's the soft skin of her lower back. Her side.

Her hip.

And there's my name, curving over her hip. Joel in some fancy black script. There are hearts around it, red ones.

It's girly as fuck.

It's perfect.

She turns so we're face to face. "Joel…"

Her tattoo is on the opposite hip as mine. Right now, with us face to face, our ink is aligned.

Fuck, it's romantic.

"You haven't said anything." She tugs at my t-shirt. Her expression is uncertain. Right now, I have the power to crush her heart into a million little pieces.

I won't.

I couldn't.

I'd die first.

Besides— "I fucking love it."

"Yeah?"

I nod. "When did you get it?"

"Last week." She presses her palm against my chest. Her voice is still soft. Vulnerable. "You swear you love it?"