Dare You To (Pushing the Limits #2)(56)

We’re heading for the bonfire. I feel small underneath his massive arm, like a girl, and such vulnerability makes me uncomfortable.

Instead of letting go, Ryan effortlessly tucks me under his shoulder. “When you kiss guys, do they drop dead from the venom that spews out of your mouth?”

“I wish, because I would have kissed you days ago. I’m not kidding, get the hell off.”

“No.”

No? “Do you have a death wish?”

Ryan strides past the bonfire, and panic sweeps through me when he guides me into the thick crowd of people dancing. “You owe me one hour. Remember?”

Rap pounds so loudly from a truck that the ground beneath us vibrates. Around us people dance. Shimmy. Shake. Laugh. They move in hypnotic rhythms. Skin against skin. Body against body.

My stomach heaves and I’m overwhelmed with the urge to vomit. “Screw you. I’m not doing this.”

Ryan bolts in front of me, stopping my retreat. “How about a deal? One dance and your debt is paid.”

“I don’t dance.” True—I don’t. Truer? I’ve never danced with a guy.

He raises a skeptical eyebrow. “You don’t dance?”

“No.”

The firelight flickers against Ryan’s tan, giving his face a beautiful bronze glow. Gold shines in his hair. He’s gorgeous. Honestly he is, and he wants me to dance. Could this day get any worse?

Ryan steps closer and flashes an all-knowing smile that makes him adorable and me weak. I hate him and I hate myself for wanting him to touch me again.

The music changes from superfast to a bit slower. Its strong beat mimics the frantic pounding in my chest. Ryan rests a hand on my hip and his heat seeps into my skin and creeps into my bloodstream. He lowers his lips to my ear and his breath tickles the nape of my neck.

“Dance with me, Beth.”

“No.” I’m definitely learning impaired. I whispered the reply. I might as well have screamed yes. This is a mistake, Beth. A huge, glaring mistake. Just run!

Ryan places his other hand on the small of my back and molds his strong body to mine. I inhale and welcome the scent of warm earth and summer rain. Ryan smells… delicious.

“This works better if you touch me,” he says.

I loosely lay my hands on his shoulders. Sort of like what I saw Echo do once when Noah swept her off the bed to dance. My skin tingles.

Touching Ryan, oh God, it’s too much…too intimate. “I’m only doing this because I owe you.”

“That’s okay.” On rhythm, Ryan moves his h*ps from side to side. His hand slides an inch lower and the gentle pressure he exerts on my thigh stirs my body to sway in time with his.

Our feet never leave the ground, but, I swear, I’m flying.

Ryan whispers to me again, “I’m dancing with you because I love the look on your face.”

Figures. “Love watching me make a fool out of myself?”

“No. I love seeing the girl Scott and Lacy say you can be.” He stares at me as if he’s seeing beyond my skin and my heart pounds out of my chest so violently that he has to feel it. My nerve endings become raw. Somehow, Ryan’s seeing me and I’m exposed—as if I’m standing na**d in front of a large open window. My hands slip from his neck, but as I try to step back, he clutches my waist, rejecting my escape.

“Ryan! I wondered when you’d get here.”

The sound of an all-too-familiar voice creates the same electric shock as when I stuck my finger into a wall socket when I was four. My body seizes, then moves in warp drive away from Ryan.

Gwen wears a red sundress with printed white flowers. Her lip curls at my wannabe Chuck Taylors, worn jeans, and black T-shirt.

She links her arm with Ryan’s. “You wouldn’t mind if I steal Ryan for a moment, would you?

There are some things we need to discuss.”

They look nice together. Well matched. Like a couple should. “He’s yours.”

Ryan

SECONDS AGO,

BETH AND I SHARED something… a moment, a connection. I saw it in her eyes. Something real. Now it’s gone.

Beth turns from me and heads in the direction of Lacy, Chris, and Logan. “Beth. Wait.”

She faces me again, but walks backward—away from me. “Don’t worry,” she says with a hint of bite. “I’m not disappearing.”

“Let her go,” says Gwen. “You can chat with her later.”

I let Beth go, but only because I remember how persistent Gwen can be. She’ll follow me until she completes her mission. “What?”

“You don’t have to be snippy,” she chides.

“I’m not.” Near the tree line, I notice Tim Richardson and Sarah Janes. Sarah sways and laughs a little too loud.

“Yes, you are.”

Useless conversations. That’s another reason we broke up. “Is Sarah wasted?”

Gwen glances over her shoulder at Sarah and refocuses on me. “Yeah. She was trashed before we arrived. So, I was thinking, we should walk onto the football field together for homecoming. The crowd likes couples.”

“We’re not a couple.” Tim places a hand on Sarah’s ass and she stops laughing. “Are Sarah and Tim an item?”

“No. She thinks he’s dirt, but she’s drunk and, well, he’s Tim. Back to me and you. We were a couple and maybe we should try it again. You know, when you’re done experimenting with Beth. I mean, you don’t have to go to all of your practices, do you?