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“Don’t care.” Rhett shrugs.
“Hey, it’s okay.” I smile at Gray. “I can dance with you again later.”
“No, you can’t.”
I whip my head to Rhett, giving him a dirty look. There’s no reason for him to be an asshole right now. Especially after I’d just sung his praises to Gray.
“Hey, man. Come on. She’s having fun, just leave her alone.”
The way Rhett sighs and laughs after Gray tries to put his foot down does something twisted to my insides. I shouldn’t love this little show of possession, but I do. The rational side of me wants to end it, to show Rhett the door and spend the rest of my night with Gray just to piss him off. But the other side of me wants to see how hard he’ll fight for me.
The latter wins out.
“Leave, Gray.”
“You don’t have to be an ass,Rhett.”
“He does, actually,” I chime in, reminding them both that I’m standing here. “It’s his autopilot.”
Rhett gives me one of his rare smiles, and hopeful flowers bloom where the butterflies were.
“Leave.”
“Come on, Gray!” Hayes shouts from where he sits twenty feet away. “Let the man dance with the woman!”
Now everyone’s eyes are on us. When I say Hayes shouted, I mean heshouted. Loud enough that his voice would carry over the music and reach us on the dance floor. I can feel my face heat, but Rhett just stands there, arms crossed, like he’s not moving until Gray lets go. Which also makes me realize that I am still in Gray’s arms.
I step back, and Rhett clocks it.
“Settles that,” he says, taking my hand and tugging me off to another spot on the dance floor, far away from Gray and the guys he’s been hanging out with. By the time we get over there, most people have decided to ignore us again, but I can still feel their eyes on me like I’m a fish flying out of water.
“You didn’t have to make a scene,” I grumble.
“You want to dance with someone? Dance with me.” He pulls me in until our bodies are flush together, and his scent makes me dizzy. “You want to smile at someone? Smile at me.”
Our eyes meet, and the intensity there scares me. It’s like he’s diving inside my soul, looking at every part of me, and carving out a space for him to exist.
“And if you want to touch someone, poppyseed? You touch me.”
I melt a little at the nickname he’s given me. So far, I’ve only heard him give one to his daughter and to me. That makes me feel special in all sorts of ways. My thighs clench together, and my heartbeat races. A small grin settles on those perfect lips, and then he’s twirling me out from himself, only to whip me back in.
This time, I don’t stumble. I keep myself upright, hitting the steps just as I need to. His hand runs down my lower back until it settles just low enough to where his fingers rest on the top of my ass. His other hand is in my own as he leads us around to the song.
I’m surprised that I can suddenly keep up without tripping over myself.
“Just needed the right man to take the lead.” His growly voice hits me right in the chest.
“And you’re that man?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. I am desperately trying to play it cool. The last thing I want is for him to think he has any kind of upper hand here. It’ll just go straight to his damn ego.
“You tell me, poppyseed. Am I?”
I bite my lower lip and look away from his gaze. I can’t handle it; it’s too intense.
“I’m going to get whiplash, Rhett Black.”
He grunts.
“Back to not speaking, I see.” I’m complaining, whining like the child he makes me out to be. And that pisses me off even more than his grunts do. “You’re a pain in my ass, do you know that? Yelling at me, then leaning in to kiss me. Yelling at me, then sticking your thumb in my mouth. Now you’re yelling at other men and telling me I should only be dancing with and touching you, only for you to go all silent on me!”
