Page 6 of A Whole New Trick

His eyes shine. “I’m pretty sure Dane is about to stomp over here and go all caveman over you.”

I find myself smiling in return. My inner seductress rises to the surface, appearing for the first time in a long, long time. “Should we raise the stakes?”

His eyebrows lift. His blush deepens. “What do you have in mind?”

For a handsome professional athlete, Cam seems a little shy. I should convince Lacy to give him a chance.

I rest my hand on his chest and move closer.

His nostrils flare, but he ducks his head down so I’m the only one who can see his friendly grin. “Careful, Morgan. Or I might fall for you and have to fight Larson for you.”

I giggle.

“Trying to steal my dance partner, Lehman?” Dane’s voice sounds from behind me, closer and angrier than I expected.

I step away from Cam and turn to see the center posted up less than a foot away. His lips are pressed in a hard line. He tries to look relaxed with his hands tucked into his front pockets, but he fails to conceal the glare he levels on his teammate.

“I was just keeping Morgan company.” Cam’s hand falls away. “Is that a problem?”

“Not unless you make it one.” Dane turns to me. The territorial gleam in his eye should be a turn-off. But damn it, it’s not.

It’s definitely not.

Dane holds out a hand. “Let’s dance.”

I stare at his palm.

A thrill I haven’t felt in a long time courses through my body.

When was the last time I felt so desired? Or felt so attracted to someone?

This could be a disaster.

In fact, that’s almost a guarantee.

But when my eyes slide up Dane’s muscular forearm, bicep, shoulder, and neck to land on his piercing blue eyes, I realize I don’t care. I’ll deal with the fallout later.

I place my hand in Dane’s and follow him to the dance floor, shooting a wink at Cam as I go, earning me two thumbs up.

The crowd partslike the Red Sea as Dane leads me to the center of the dancefloor. It’s funny—I don’t think anyone recognizes him as the NHL’s MVP runner-up two years ago, but they definitely take note of his imposing presence. Women eye him with interest. Men watch him with admiration.

My pulse pounds in time with the music, my nerves trying to overshadow the confidence that drove me to take Dane’s hand. I feel his callouses under my fingers. I imagine feeling them pressed against my skin in other places.

My cheeks heat.

This is what happens when you don’t have sex often enough. Something as simple as holding a hot guy’s hand can turn you on. My tight dress presses my thighs together, creating friction that, coupled with his touch, creates a pleasant sensation that makes me consider disappearing into the bathroom for relief.

Dane stops and spins around to face me, releasing my hand as he begins to dance.

For such a big guy, he moves effortlessly to the beat. I feel awkward as I sway to the music, looking around us to avoid meeting his penetrating gaze as I try to find my rhythm.

“What made you decide to go along with Cam’s antics?”

My gaze swings back to the tall Adonis in front of me. A bead of sweat runs down his temple, more likely caused by the body heat around us than exertion. He’s in too good of shape for a little dancing to make him break out in a sweat.

My mind falters with how to play the situation. When I see Dane’s amused grin, I decide there’s no point in lying.

“How did you know?” I shimmy my shoulders as the beat changes.

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