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If I could think straight, I probably would’ve said something like,What the fuck am I doing? But all I could focus on was the fact that Elliot had his hands all over Noah, and no. Fuck. That.
Mine. Mine.Mine. The word resonated through me like a drumbeat, impossible to ignore.
Before I knew it, I was in front of Noah, his intense gaze focused on mine, filled with a hunger that I’d never seen on anyone before.
My dick jerked, the reaction to Noah as sudden and as unexpected as the first time it had happened. Setting my jaw, I pinned my arms to my sides, unwilling to do anything that would—
My brain went offline when Noah’s hands went to my shoulders and he twisted me around, his body crowding up against my back. When his arms banded around my waist, and his head dipped to my ear, I forgot how to fucking breathe.
The bass vibrated through the huge space, low and hypnotic, as Noah pressed into me, and I bit down on my lip, angling my hips away from him.
“Liam.” His low hum in my ear vibrated through my skin, and I clamped my mouth shut to stop an involuntary noise from escaping.
“Liam,” he said again. “What are you doing here?” There was a note of uncertainty to his voice, despite the confident way he was holding himself against me, and somehow, it made me more at ease.
“I don’t know.” My voice came out as a hoarse rasp.
“Hmmm.” His lips skimmed across my neck, a trail of fire burning my skin. It felt so fucking good. “I think I do.” The uncertainty was gone, and his hands went to my hips, moving us both to the heavy beat, his body grinding up against mine.
I stiffened involuntarily.
“Relax.” His voice was soft and low against my ear as he moved back incrementally. “We’re just dancing. Nothing else.”
A shiver went down my spine.Fuck. This boy was going to kill me.
With an effort, I blocked any thoughts from my mind, concentrating only on the music and the slow roll of our hips. Right in front of us was a couple dancing in the same way we were, except the one guy was palming the other guy’s obvious erection through his trousers. The other guy threw back his head against the first guy’s shoulder, his eyes closed, his lip trapped between his teeth as the first guy put his mouth to his neck.
My dick jerked again. Fuuuuck.
Noah tugged me closer, and now the back of my body was completely flush with his front, both of us moving together in the same slow, sexy rolling movement that was starting to drive me insane. I could feel the unmistakable press of his hardness against me, and my breath stuttered. For one second, I wanted—I wanted him to do what the guy dancing across from us was doing.
The thought startled me so much that I stopped dead, right there on the dance floor. Noah gently nudged my hips, and I began to move again, my eyes falling closed. Why did this feel so fucking good?
When he began trailing his nose down the side of my face and onto my neck, I bit the inside of my cheek, hard, to stifle my groan.
He murmured against my throat, his teeth lightly scraping over my skin. “Earlier, were you jealous? Did you wish you were the one dancing with me?”
I couldn’t fucking speak. It was so overwhelming.
“Tell me.” He twisted me around to face him, planting his thigh between mine, and I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the grind against my cock, which was rapidly hardening at the feel of him against me. It scared me just as fucking much as the last time it had happened, but this time, I didn’t run from him.
He stroked his hands around my back, pulling me even closer. His lips traced another line of fire down my throat, and then he raised his head, his eyes meeting mine in the dim, pulsing club lights.
“Liam. Were you jealous?”
I swallowed hard. “Yes.”
As soon as the word left my lips, I lunged for him, or maybe he lunged for me. All that mattered was getting his mouth on mine.
When he opened for me and I licked into his mouth, he let out a groan that went straight to my dick. My hands went around him, and although his body was lean, it was hard and muscled, and so different from a woman’s. My fingers stuttered for a minute, making the connection, and then I was tracing over his back, feeling his muscles flexing under my hands. I forgot where we were, forgot the fact that we were surrounded by people who could see us, forgot everything except him.
He was the first to pull away, staring at me with his normally light eyes dark and wild, his fingers gripping the back of my neck. “Am I dreaming?”
I couldn’t help my sudden laugh at his bewildered tone. “Dream about me a lot, hmm?”
“Maybe.” Heat sparked in his eyes, and his gaze dropped to my lips. “Your fuckingmouth,” he groaned, going for me again.
