Page 100 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

“My bed is super comfortable though. You’ve slept in it. You should know.”

He tilts his head down, those dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath hitch. “Is that an invitation, Doll?”

“Maybe,” I shrug, trying to play it cool even as my heart hammers against my ribs.

In one smooth motion, he spins me around, pulling me flush against his chest. His hand lands flat on my stomach, fingers splaying wide and pressing me back into him, while the other sneaks under the hem of my top. It slides up my side, inching toward the underside of my breast. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear.

I reach back, threading my fingers through his hair, gripping tight, and grind against him. The friction is immediate. I feel his cock twitch and harden instantly through the thin barrier of his slacks, thick against my ass. Emboldened, I do the most reckless thing I’ve ever imagined. My free hand drops to his front, palm flattening over his rigid length straining against his zipper. I rub along it firmly. He groans in my ear.

I trace the full, heavy shape of him from base to tip. Terror twists with exhilaration because me, big fat virgin, Katie Miller, is stroking a man’s cock in the middle of a crowded dance floor, surrounded by strangers who might notice any second.

“We’re leaving,” he growls in my ear, gripping my hand and pulling me with him.

“I need to tell Sarah,” I say, catching myself as I stumble a step.

“Go. Meet me at the exit.”

He points and keeps moving, already cutting through the crowd.

Oh, God. This is happening.

I turn, scanning the dance floor, pulse kicking. No Sarah. No Luca.

“Shit,” I mutter, pushing back toward our VIP section.

I find them on the couch, Luca’s mouth on hers, his hand tight on her waist. I clear my throat, and Luca pulls back.

“Oh, hey girl!” Sarah says, breathless, her hair a mess.

“Michael and I are leaving.”

Her expression shifts, eyes narrowing slightly. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, too quick. “Better than okay.”

Her whole face changes.

“Oh my god. You’re totally going to fuck him.”

I flinch when Luca looks up.

She leans in, loud as hell, “You’re losing your virginity tonight!”

“Shhh,” I snap, grabbing her wrist.

Too late. Luca totally heard that.

Fuck.

Michael’s standing stiff, hands in his pockets, looking intimidating as hell when I spot him across the room, but the moment his eyes find mine, everything shifts. His eyes soften, and a smile takes over his face. My nerves settle as I walk to him.

“Doll,” he says, taking my hand. He leads me through the exit.

The humid June air slaps us in the face the moment we’re outside. Sal’s already got the SUV pulled along the curb, and he’s standing by the back door.

As we approach, Michael tells him, “Katie’s house. It’s already programmed in the navigation system.”

“You got it, Boss,” Sal says, opening the door for us.