Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

Fuck, he's hard.

And I want that.

And I want this.

And—

Fuck.

With the next thrust of his fingers, I go over the edge. All that tension in my sex unleashes. I pulse so hard I see white.

Pleasure spreads out through my pelvis, my torso, my thighs.

He drags his fingers down my thigh. With his other hand, he helps me into a seated position.

His arms slide around my waist.

He pulls me into his lap, his cock against my sex but those damn jeans in the way.

The look in his eyes is intense and demanding. He's demanding my body but he's giving so much of himself in exchange.

My eyelids flutter closed as I lean in to kiss him. He tastes good and his lips are soft and his tongue is claiming my mouth like it was built for him.

He pushes my dress off my shoulders and down my chest.

He unhooks my bra and peels it off my skin.

I'm naked except for the dress bunched at my waist.

Naked for him.

His.

Right now, it doesn't matter that I'm only his for a while. It doesn't matter that my entire life is in free fall. It certainly doesn't matter that my feelings for Mal are growing at an alarming rate.

All that matters is his body aga

inst mine.

Pleasing him.

Him pleasing me.

His fingers sink into my hips as he pulls my body onto his. I grind against him.

Fuck, the friction of his denim against my tender flesh.

When he pulls back, I'm shaking with desire.

His blue eyes fix on mine. "Go sit back against the headboard."

"Now?"

"Now." He watches as I slink out of his lap and take a spot at the head of the bed. Mal's eyes pass over me slowly. Like I'm a work of art. Like I'm the fucking Mona Lisa. "Take off your dress."

I pull it over my head and toss it aside. I'm naked for him. It's not like when I was naked with Adam. I always felt a little self-conscious, a little like I didn't stack up.

Mal stares at me in a way that convinces me I really am the hottest woman in the universe.