Page 44 of Dangerous

“Katy, are you paying attention or are you too busy undressing me with your eyes?”

Even as my skin flushed, I couldn’t deny it. I’d seen guys naked—both Jarrod and Peter—but it hadn’t been under the best of circumstances. They hadn’t been mine to examine. But Ethan could be… at least for tonight if I wanted.

But could I say that to him?

From the way he’d looked at me when I took off my coat when we first entered the barn, I could say that he wanted to see me naked as well. Instead of rising to his challenge, I dragged him to the drink table. I poured myself a small portion of punch, maybe enough for a single shot, and then grabbed two bottles of water. He did the same except his punch was about three times the size of mine.

“Ready?”

I nodded. “Lead the way.”

We weaved through the throngs of people, never detouring to hide where we were going. I knew people would be talking—if they could remember this tomorrow—because people only went upstairs this early to hook up. But I didn’t care. I’d been labelled a whore and then the ultimate virgin to an asexual who ran theother way from even the mention of the word. So why should I have cared what they were going to say about me. It would still all be made up.

He pushed open a door. “This is us.”

31

Katy/Katherine

Iwalked in, noting the giant bed that could sleep more than a few people. It almost rivaled the bed in their bedroom, and we fit four comfortably on it. I climbed onto the bed and patted the spot beside me. “Come join me.”

Once he was beside me, I held up my punch to my mouth. “Bottoms up.”

I tipped it down my throat, swallowing it in one go. When I noticed he still had some in his glass, I snagged it from his hand, drinking the last half mouthful. Peter’s voice spoke in my head, reminding me to drink some water. I wanted to ignore it, to deny he had any hold on me, but I didn’t want to hurt tomorrow like what happened last year. So I opened the bottle and drank about a third of it, hoping to dilute some of the alcohol before it hit my bloodstream. “Now, what did you want to do?

“I want to kiss you. Really kiss you. We’ve danced around it, giving each other half kisses because people were around. Now we’re alone. And I’ve been dying to taste you.”

His words did something to me. I should have been put off, should have reminded him that our relationship was fake, for show, but I knew we’d gone far past that stage. It might not be real, but it was hardly fake. So, I pulled up my big girl panties and did what I seem to do best… I faked my confidence. “So, kiss me then.”

There was no hesitation on his part. He didn’t need to think, to weigh the odds. No, he just dove right in, taking me down onto the bed as his mouth landed on mine with a hidden finesse. Funny how we’d never talked about exes or experience. I’d assumed he’d been like me from the things he said, but I’d been wrong. So, very, very wrong.

He slipped his tongue between my lips, stroking mine, letting me know that he knew what he was doing. From brushing across my teeth to twirling around my tongue, he owned me, bending me to his will. And as he kissed me, He covered me with his body, weighing me down. I’d been in this position before with Jason, but he’d held himself up off me, driving me nuts by teasing his chest over my erect nipples. But this was different. This was all of him pressed up against me and by all of him, I meant. All. Of. Him. I could feel the muscles in his legs and his hard dick hanging between. It was big, not that I had anything to really compare it to, but it felt large against my stomach.

Tired of not knowing what to do, I grabbed his shoulders. It gave me something to hold onto when he began to grind his hips, letting his dick slide over my clit. I remembered how it felt when Jason did that. He’d given me an orgasm. And if my suspicions were correct, he’d been so turned on that he’d finished in his pants just from rubbing against me. If that felt that good, I could only imagine how good sex would feel.

“Katy. Fuck. I promised myself I wouldn’t push you, but I want to feel you. I want to feel your skin against mine.”

“Please…” I started to say a name, but I stopped myself. I was too lost in the sensation, too lost in my memories as I tried to compare all my different times, to separate fact from fiction, reality from memory.

He helped me to lift off my shirt and then my bra before he lay me back on the bed as he sat, straddling my hips. “You’re gorgeous.”

I ignored his comment, not wanting to make this personal. “Let me see you.”

He placed one hand behind his head and pulled it up, bringing his shirt with him. My gaze traced the movement, noting each ridge of his cut muscles. To my surprise, once his shirt was over his head, I saw a tattoo over his heart. Under the feel of my fingers, he shivered as I traced it. “What’s that of?”

“It’s for my nan. It’s her sign. This way she’s always with me even though she’s no longer here.”

“That’s so sweet,” I said mechanically. Touching his tattoo reminded me of the times I’d traced Jason’s asking him to tell me the stories behind each of them. How one of them was to honour my father who told him to never hide who he was. Was that what I was doing? Was I hiding myself?

Lost in thought, I gasped when Ethan sucked my nipple in his mouth. The sensation pulled me from my memories of tattoos but got me lost in other ones as I remembered how Jason had wrapped his tongue round my nipple, tracing it until he drove me insane or when Jarrod first did that. How hot his mouth had felt and then how cold my nipple was after he blew on the wet skin.

“Yes. More,” I begged as I started to wiggle my hips, needing some sort of friction down there.

He slid down my body, pealing my pants and underwear off me as he moved. Exposed I lay there, lost in thought, in the phantom sensations of previous touches. When he lifted my footto slide it out of my pants, I thought of how Jason had kissed me there. How he started there and slowly moved up my leg before starting all over with the next one until he reached my centre. Then he’d pressed his mouth to me, licking me, tasting me, driving me higher and higher until I exploded.

The sound of plastic ripping broke through the haze. Ethan stood over me. Naked. He stroked his dick with one hand while his other was near his mouth as he opened a condom packet. I reached towards him, brushing my hand against his tip. A smear of liquid followed the path I’d taken. “Let me.”

He shuffled closer so I could reach and watched me through a hooded gaze as I wrapped my hand around him. In girth he was smaller than Jason, allowing my thumb and middle finger to touch. It wasn’t much of a touch, but it was much closer than the gap I’d had with Jason. I used the move he showed me, dragging my hand up and down his shaft, giving my hand the occasional twist.

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