Free Flirting With Disaster by Sofia Harper

knees
in the dark parking lot suckling her through her lace panties. Dane
hooking his finger at the edge of the material and pushing them to
the side. That hot mouth of his, that tongue of his searching for
her clit, and when he found it, he suckled her there too.
    The music and fun may have been loud in the
bar, but the quiet felt stark in the shadows with him. Her moans
were so loud. His hard sucks reverberated right up her spine.
    Him on his knees, her legs
open wide for his mouth—this wasn't
pristine. It bordered on dirty, and Dane hadn't hesitated. She'd
suspected but...no. She wouldn't forget how he used his middle
finger to obliterate any preppy image of him. His tongue flicked,
teased, caressed her clit.
    “ Dane.” Her voice was tight
and low. “ Dane .”
    He stiffened his tongue and her brain quit
working. That was fine. The heat prickling over her skin required
all her attention. That delicious pull in her stomach just needed
to be felt, not questioned or inspected. The orgasm built until she
couldn’t fight it. Her pelvis jutted forward, closer to his tongue
and finger as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. She shuddered,
losing her breath. Her legs trembled even as the hold of the climax
loosened, leaving her panting and bleary-eyed.
    Dane caressed her as he rose, fixing her
panties and then the top of the dress. She expected a kiss, as
though he could prove she liked her own taste.
    Instead, he whispered in her ear, “Something
we won't forget.” His laugh was husky and she shivered. “I know
your taste now and you'll want me to do it again.”
    She hesitated but let her fingers snake back
under his shirt. He was warm and close to her. Tonight, they were
taking away excuses, but the obvious one stared back at her. “We're
drunk, Dane.”
    He weaved a little, a goofy grin on his
face. “I suspect so.”
    She laughed, raising her hands until the
tips of her fingers brushed his nipples. They immediately hardened
at her teasing. “How much do you think we're going to hate each
other in the morning?”
    “ I've never hated you.” He
pulled back, his frown deep.
    Her heart skipped. He hadn't? “But?”
    “ You'll be more determined
to get me to apologize. I would if I were wrong. Nothing and
everything has changed.”
    She'd known that was the answer. Didn't make
her hate it any less. “Yeah.”

CHAPTER SIX
     
    Since Dane had a perfect view of City Hall
and Tanner Creek from his home, he faced the window, grateful for
the warmth and the fact the light had stopped stabbing his
eyes.
    Ever since he'd rolled over to find himself
not alone in his bed, he'd tried to find a semblance of normality.
He'd gotten up, pulled the dark curtains open, made coffee as usual
and then sat down in the plush chair to drink his coffee while he
waited. Though the throbbing in his head hadn’t died down until
after a gallon of water and a greasy breakfast.
    And just as he predicted, Dane had awaken
with plenty of regrets about the night before. He glanced toward
his bed, shook his head, and stared out the window again. Relaxing
was out.
    His phone buzzed in his pocket. A quick
check before he stuffed it back into his pocket.
    Tate had sent one
word: Bwahahahahaha!
    Pretty much the same gist as Reid's text an
hour ago, the one that had jolted him up from the bed.
    Dane wished he could say part of the night
was blocked from his memory. He remembered every single lust and
liquor soaked memory. Something all their friends had
witnessed..
    Brooke groaned, grabbed a pillow and threw
it over her face. “I'm in your bed.”
    He took a sip of his coffee. “Naked in my
bed, but your virtue's still intact. In case you don't
remember.”
    “ Even if I didn't, I'd feel
like I had sex recently. I don't.” She paused, still talking to him
beneath the pillow. “What do you remember?”
    “ After I had a taste of
you...” He watched to see if she'd react to that. She shifted her
legs beneath the covers and moaned. He smiled.