Would it scare him off?
Would he still want to be my friend?
Would he… feel the same?
I fought off a whine and choked down the rest of my drink, ignoring the burn in my throat. With a grimace, I set the empty glass aside.
“Careful what you ask for,” I replied cryptically. “Some secrets should be kept secret.”
“Hmm,” he hummed, then downed his drink in a few swallows. He waved at the bartender, signaling for another round of drinks, then turned back to me. “Fair. We all have secrets, even those who pretend they don’t.Especiallythem.”
I wasn’t sure who he was talking about, but before I had a chance to ponder it, another strawberry margarita was sitting in front of me.
Daze reached for his and raised it with a nod. “To new beginnings.”
I followed his lead before taking a sip. This one didn’t burn going down, and by the time I reached the bottom of the glass I was feeling good.
No, more than good.
I felt fantastic.
When Daze grabbed my hand and dragged me across the club, I was nearly floating, gliding along behind him as he led the way. My nerves had long since dissolved, replaced by an unfamiliar confidence. I was so sure of myself as we made our way through the crowd of gyrating bodies.
The music flowed through my veins, and I was already bobbing to the beat and swinging my hips before we stopped in the middle of the dance floor.
“You’re a natural,” Daze said, leaning close, so I could hear him.
Every part of me tingled, and I tried to blame the alcohol and not his nearness.
“No, no. I’ve practiced a lot,” I laughed.
“Alone in your bedroom?”
I nodded.
“Well, let’s do something you haven’t practiced before.”
Before I could process his words, he grabbed me by the waist and spun me around. He dragged my ass back against him, and I gasped as his lips came down close enough to graze my ear.
“Show me some moves, cielito,” he urged, his voice suddenly gruff. “Dance for me.”
My knees went weak, and if it weren’t for his hands on me, I would have melted into a puddle. Every part of me was buzzing with electricity, the margaritas making my head swim.
I wasn’t sure what his plan was, but I knew one thing: he’d given me an invitation, and I wasn’t going to squander it.
Pressing my ass back against him, I began to dance, doing my best to mimic the beautiful women around us. Despite my buzz, I was keenly aware of his hands on my hips and the way his body moved with mine. Delicious heat licked through my veins, and I didn’t know what to blame: the crowd, the alcohol, or the way Daze moved against me.
I silently thanked whatever god was listening for the illegal suppressants in my system. They’d prevent me from ending up a slink-soaked mess on the dance floor, even if they didn’t quell my blooming desire.
His hands twitched on my hips, his digits brushing over my abdomen before sinking to my thighs, and I shuddered.
I could barely think straight because of the margaritas, but I knew one thing: if he kept grinding on me, I was going to be in a whole lot of trouble.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
DAZE
A ragged breath tore from me as Arina pressed her ass back against my pelvis. My body heated at her touch. I wasn’t sure if it was the margaritas talking, or the way she moved just right to the thrum of the music, but my head was spinning.
