"Don't tell me," he said. "You've never been felt up on a dance floor, either?"
"Of course not!" My face flamed.
"It seems to be a night for firsts." His smile spread into a naughty grin. "Want to give it a try?"
"Uh—" A panicky sort of flutter took hold in my stomach, but the heat in Nathan's eyes soon turned that panic into something else. Something daring. Something shameless.
This time I was the one who took his hand.
"Sure," I said as I pulled him toward the swarm of bodies. "Let's dance."
He put his other hand against the small of my back and pulled me close. I gasped as our hips fit together neatly. He rocked against me in time to the music. I followed his movements, rolling my hips and pressing against his chest. The heat in my cheeks flowed down my body, settling between my legs. A slow ache began to throb, a long-forgotten sensation.
As we swayed, he ran his hands up and down my back, going from my neck all the way down to the swell of my ass. He didn't quite cup my backside, but his fingers certainly lingered. I took the opportunity to run my hands up and down his chest, enjoying the firm muscles beneath my palms.
He brought his hands around to my hips and squeezed. He brought one knee forward, nudging gently between my legs. I parted them, letting his firm thigh press against my core. The pressure turned that aching into a painful throb.
I let out a slow, shuddering breath. I pulled back to meet his eyes. There was a hunger in them. I wet my lips. His gaze flicked down to my mouth. His pupils widened. He turned his head, looking around, until he found the exit. He opened his mouth.
Something bold and fearless inside me stirred.
I knew what he was going to say. I beat him to it.
"You want to get out of here?" I asked.
His hands squeezed my hips again, and this time he was the one to wet his lips and speak.
"Your place or mine?"
