"You'll see."
He eyed me suspiciously but allowed me to pull him away from the table in the corner. I led him to the dance floor. When we were in the middle of all those gyrating couples I turned around and placed my arms over his shoulders, lacing my hands behind his neck.
"You tricked me," Noah accused, standing stiffly with his arms at his side.
"Put your arms around my waist."
He grumbled, but obeyed.
"Now sway."
We began moving to the music, our hips bumping together.
"And you told me you can't dance," I said. "You're doing fine."
"We're dry humping standing up."
"Exactly."
Noah's hands slid down my hips to the tops of my thighs, fingertips caressing the exposed bare skin below the hem of my skirt. He dragged his hands back up, bringing the skirt with him until my panties were nearly exposed.
"What are you doing?" I asked needlessly.
"I thought this is what you wanted?" he murmured in my ear. I felt the curve of his smile against my cheek. "Practically having sex on the dance floor?"
"This wasn't what I meant."
Mostly I wanted to see if Noah would consent to being seen with me in public. He rested his cheek on the top of my head and swayed with me. Little butterflies of happiness fluttered in my stomach.
Noah Hart was holding me with gentle arms. We were dancing together in a club. We were acting like a couple in public in a way that had nothing to do with sex.
I felt his hardness press against my stomach.
Well. Maybe it had a little to do with sex.
I knew eventually the other guys would come looking for us. Cameron would no doubt give Noah a hard time if he found us entwined like this. I was going to enjoy every second of it I could, trying to convince myself there was something real between Noah and I.
"Thank you," he whispered into the hair at the top of my head.
"For what?"
He tightened his arms around me, squeezing tight. "Agreeing to stay."
I laid my head on his shoulder as happiness burst through my chest.
Maybe Noah actually did care for me beyond my usefulness as his sexual muse.
