Hard Curves (Dangerous Curves Book 2) by Marysol James Page B

him.
    “Lot one-oh-eight has attracted a great deal of interest,” said Calvin Rhymes, the auctioneer that Naomi had hired for the evening. “This is the first piece by Noah Matthews, and I can tell you that we have several reserved bids placed. Bidding starts at four thousand dollars.”
    The room gasped again and Naomi blinked in shock. That’s the damn opening bid? Jesus Christ, that’s amazing.
    The bidding moved quickly, with things heating up as a determined phone bidder drove the price up steadily. When the dust settled, Noah’s painting went to the person on the phone for eleven thousand dollars, and the room was in a frenzy of excitement.
    Naomi stayed where she was, watching Sarah and Jax hug Noah, and Matt flash that amazing grin at him. She knew she should congratulate Noah, so she screwed up her courage to go and face Matt again. The memory of his lips on hers flashed through her mind and her body, and she flushed.
    Calm down. This isn’t about him, OK, this is about Noah. Go on, now.
    King felt his eyes widen as Naomi approached them. Sweet Christ, she looked stunning – she looked like she’d just stepped out of one of his fantasies about her. He felt his body tense up as he thought about how she’d tasted on his tongue, how she’d moaned in his arms, and his cock hardened mercilessly. He was losing his fucking mind over this woman… and she wanted nothing at all to do with him.
    His hot eyes devoured her, swallowed her whole. She was in a clinging little red number that molded to her like a second skin, and he couldn’t stop himself from staring. The dress worshipped and adored every firm curve of her hips, hugged and cupped her rounded ass, flaunted and showed off those breasts. It was classy and sexy at the same time, and it was the perfect dress for this cool, passionate woman. Naomi was nothing short of spectacular… and he wanted her so badly, he actually hurt from it.
    “Noah!” she said. “That was amazing! Congratulations.”
    “Sarah says I can buy some baseball cards by myself now,” Noah said excitedly.
    Naomi laughed. “Oh, for sure you can. You can buy a few.”
    Sarah smiled at her. “You look beautiful, Naomi. Great dress.”
    “Thanks, you too. That’s really your color, huh?”
    Sarah looked down at the figure-hugging forest green dress, blushing a bit. “Yeah, well. Jax took me shopping.”
    “It’s long been a fantasy of mine to buy her a hot dress,” Jax drawled. “She’s resisted for ages – but this auction was the perfect excuse.”
    Naomi laughed again, then forced herself to turn her attention to Matt. “Hi.”
    “Hi.” His voice was husky. “You look fantastic.”
    “So do you.”
    He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “And me?” Noah said.
    “You look wonderful,” Naomi said. “Are you and Sarah going to dance when the auction is finished in a few minutes?”
    “Dancing?” Noah looked disgusted. “No, thank you.”
    “So I get your sister all to myself?” Jax asked him.
    Noah waved his hand. “Yes. All yours.”
    "Will you dance with
me
?" Callie asked him shyly.
    Noah stared at her. "You want to?"
    "I want to."
    Noah nodded, gulped, watched as Callie walked to the food table.
    Noah turned to Jax, panic written all over his face. "Jax, Jax, Jax!"
    "Yeah, man?"
    "You know how to dance?"
    "Yep." Jax grinned at him. "You need a quick lesson?"
    "Yes."
    "Let's go."
    "Don't tell."
    "Never. Your secret is safe with me."
    "Good. Because your secret is safe with me."
    Jax looked puzzled. "What secret is that?"
    "Where you're taking Sarah next weekend."
    "How do you know about that?" Jax said, stunned.
    "I heard you on your phone, making the reservation."
    "Shhh!" Jax hissed. "Come on Romeo, we're wasting time."
    "Not Romeo. Noah."
    "Sorry, man. My mistake."
    "You should get your memory checked," Noah said as they walked away. "Maybe you have early onset alzheimer's."
    The others laughed, then King said to Sarah, “Well, I hope