Nathan felt a pair of large hands settle on his hips. Nathan didn’t react at first, since it wasn’t the first time he’d been grabbed. Except, this man’s hands didn’t move on after a few seconds. When a big body pressed up against him from behind, Nathan tensed.

“Easy, handsome,” a deep, melodious voice rumbled into his ear. “We’re just dancing.” Then he licked—actually, licked—a stripe along the skin below Nathan’s right ear. “But I may try to encourage you for more.”

Nathan shuddered.

Shit!

He hadn’t even realized that was a hot spot for him. Tingles erupted along the back of his neck, down his spine, and across his chest. His nipples, already beaded due to exertion and arousal, tightened even more, making them ultra-sensitive where they rubbed against his shirt’s cloth. His arms goose bumped and his erection twitched in his jeans.

Nathan turned his head, so he could look up and back at the man. He sucked in a breath upon seeing the heated smile and sparkling dark eyes of the blond man peering down at him. Noticing the mischievous smile on the stranger’s face, he couldn’t help but smile back as his heart rate sped up.

“Uh—” His tongue tied. Nathan had no idea what to say to the handsome man.

Suddenly, Nathan heard another voice near him. “You okay there, Nate?” Brock asked, leaning close. His eyes were narrowed and he shifted his focus between Nathan and the stranger. “Want me to get rid of him?”

Do I?

Nathan wasn’t sure. The guy behind him was hot. Big and blond and more filled out than Garner, he pushed all of Nathan’s hot buttons. If he wanted to get some action, he had to put himself out there, right? Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through his system, or perhaps it was the way the stranger slid his thumbs under the edge of Nathan’s shirt and began caressing his hipbones. Either way, he really wanted to see where this would go.

Looking at Brock, Nathan shook his head. “I’m okay, Brock. I’m here to dance, right?”

Brock nodded. He leaned close again and told him, “I’m gonna get us a couple of bottles of water. I’ll be at the bar with it when you’re ready.” He leaned just a bit closer and stated, “You need anything, just make a scene.”

“Right,” Nathan responded, remembering that plenty of the men there would be happy to help him if his new dance partner ended up being a douche bag. “I’ll catch up with you in a bit. Thanks for the dance.”

After Brock nodded, he turned and headed through the throng of men. Within seconds, he disappeared amongst the crowd.

Nathan attempted to turn in the other man’s grip, but the guy tightened his hold. “Relax,” the man urged, keeping him from turning. “Nate, is it?”

“Yeah,” Nathan responded, glancing over his shoulder at him. “Um, I’m Nathan.” He wasn’t certain why he didn’t want the man using his nickname, but for some reason, he couldn’t resist correcting him. “Who, uh, what’s your name?”

The man slid one hand from Nathan’s hip to palm his stomach. “Hmm, I like that name…Nathan.” He pressed his chest and groin to Nathan’s back and ass as he told him, “I’m Lexington. My friends call me Lex.”

“Lex,” Nathan repeated. “I should warn you that I’m not a very good dancer.”

Lexington smiled down at him, tightening his hold. “Maybe I can find a way to help you with that,” he stated, rubbing his palm over Nathan’s stomach. “You do seem a bit tense.”

Nathan snorted. “I just climbed my way out of the closet. This is new for me.”

Behind him, Lexington froze.

Grimacing, Nathan realized what he’d just admitted. “I can’t believe I said that,” he mumbled. He took a step forward, intending to pull away.

That seemed to pull Lexington from whatever musings he’d been drawn into. He moved with him, then rubbed Nathan’s belly and side. He kept his body slotted up behind Nathan’s own.

“Easy, now, Nathan,” Lexington rumbled. “Just relax against me. I’ll show you the way. Match your movements to mine.”

Slowly, Lexington began to rock behind him. Nathan attempted to obey. He rotated his hips, sliding his body against the bigger man’s and moving with the beat.

At first, Nathan felt stiff and uncoordinated. He’d never considered himself the little spoon before, but that was exactly the situation he was now in. Somehow, Nathan found it hotter than anything he’d ever experienced before. His prick, which had wilted a bit with his rise in nerves, thickened and once again filled his fly.

Giving himself over to Lexington’s guidance, Nathan followed his gentle urgings. He rocked his hips and pressed back against the other man, following the slight pressure to his stomach that Lexington exerted with his hand. Nathan felt the bulge of the man’s groin pressing against his ass and his heart rate somehow accelerated even more.

Nathan had fought to get his body to respond to his ex for years. This response with so little stimulation nearly caused his head to swim. Enjoying the heady arousal that coursed through his system, he gave himself over to the strong male behind him.

His cock throbbed in his jeans.

This is what attraction is supposed to feel like...overwhelming and powerful.

Being the big spoon is damned overrated.

Nathan pressed against Lexington as he realized what he’d been missing for so very long.