I caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye when he shifted, and then it was all I could watch.
I didn’t even notice the chase scene on the screen.I was too busy trying to evoke a reaction from Noah’s dick.When I clutched his thigh in feigned terror, it twitched.When I murmured my agreement at the slow dance screen, it moved again.
“Can you dance like that?”Noah asked.
Even though my attention was totally on the movement of his dick, I shook my head at his question.“Never.”
When I’d been with Parker, we hadn’t spent much time just hanging out.Everything had been on fast forward—sneaking around when I was in foster care, looking over my shoulder after I ran away, hustling to get our band noticed—we were too busy to relax and have a date night.And then when the execs started nosing around, he’d been too busy shoving his nose up their asses and letting our burgeoning fan base crawl all over him to even notice me.
“Well, let’s fix that.”
“Wait.”I finally tore my attention from his dick to frown up at him.“What?”
He paused the movie and pressed some more buttons until smooth jazz rolled out from his ridiculous speaker system.“Let’s dance.”He stood up and held out a hand to me.“Since your attention isn’t really on the movie anymore.”
My whole body flushed red with my embarrassment.He knew?!
God, this was mortifying.
“It’s getting late.I should—”
“Dance with me?Please?”He batted his dark brown doe eyes at me, and I melted.
“Okay,” I whispered.In seconds, I was off the couch and standing in front of him.I didn’t know where to put my hands, how to stand.I shifted my weight in indecision.Ihatedbeing vulnerable.But I knew I could trust Noah.“I, uh, don’t know what to do.”
He took my hand in his and guided my other hand to rest on his shoulder.His smile was gentle as he looked down at me.“All you got to do is hold on and feel the music.”
Unlike the couple on the screen, we didn’t do a fancy salsa number.It was more of an awkward high school dance where you stood and swayed, shuffling your feet.But it was nice.So I said as much.“I like this.It’s nice.”
Noah laughed huskily.“It’s a good thing I’m in a rock band and not a boy band.I have white boy hips—all awkward, no rhythm.See?”
He feigned like the fancy salsa moves in the movie and looked more like a gesticulating flamingo than a suave dancer.I cracked up, giggling uncontrollably.
Noah continued his crazy dance, spinning me out away from him with both our arms extended.Then he reeled me back in, and I crashed against his chest, my palms resting against his very firm pecks.
And then I felt it.
Him.
His hard cock pressed against my oh so soft belly.
All the humor of his ridiculous dance disappeared.
I caught my breath as I stared up into his sparkling eyes.“Noah…”
He lifted a shoulder.“Sorry, not sorry?It’s not like I can control it, and it happens constantly around you.”
“Constantly?”I breathed.
He turned his head away for a moment like it was uncomfortable to talk about while looking into my eyes.“Well, maybe not back when I was an ass.But since we’ve started being friendly…” He finally turned his head and met my eyes again.The desire that burned in his gaze had my heart fluttering.“I can’t be around you lately and not want you.I swear I drool every time I see you setting up my drums.Watching you own the stage at one of your shows.Seeing you laughing and playing with the dogs at the shelter.It’s all been torture but the sweetest kind.Hell, when I went out with what’s-her-name you were all I could think about.Kylie andThe Babblerwere right.I’ve been crushing hard on you.”
“Me?”I had a hard time believing what I was hearing.I’d technically helped him pick Kylie out so I knew she was gorgeous—all tall and athletic and shiny hair.
Everything I wasn’t.
I had tortured myself, stalking the band’s socials that night.Wondering what they were doing.If he was into her.If he was going to sleep with her that night.So.Much.Torture.But he’d been thinking about me while he was with her?
Me?
