Page 74 of Chasing Xander
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means the one guy I want to look at me isn’t. He’s too busy flirting with Paige.”
He scowled. “I wasnotflirting with Paige.” Kylie really didn’t think that, did she? What had he done to give her that impression?
“No?” She tilted her head as if trying to determine if he was being truthful. “You’ve barely left her side since we got here.”
His jaw dropped. “Are you serious? You’ve been off chatting up your friends while I stood alone in the corner. She’s the only other person I know in this place.” He took a step closer, determined to make her understand just how wrong she was about this whole situation. “And for your information, my eyes have been on you all night, Ky. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. And believe me. I don’t want to.”
“Prove it.” She took hold of his hands and moved them down her body until his palms were on her ass. And then she moved, twisting her hips, grinding against him, a faint, seductive smile on her lips.
Xander’s hands lingered on her ass, his fingers itching to give her firm cheeks a squeeze, to jerk her tighter to his body. Better yet, to bend her over the nearest barstool and finally take what he’d been denying himself. Slowly, he moved his hands up to settle on her lower back. A flash of disappointment darkened her eyes.
“You know.” She turned so her back was to his front, her nice, round ass planted firmly against his crotch. “Dancing usually requires you to actually move your body.” She rotated her hips, and his cock strained behind his zipper, begging for relief.
Oh, he wanted to move his body all right, but not here in a crowded bar and not when they were both fully clothed. He’d been doing good keeping his distance and taking things slow, but then he’d put himself in a car with her, and the proximity had really messed with his self-control. The constant scent of her sweet perfume surrounding him. Her soft laughter ringing in his ears long after she left him. He swore her smile was permanently seared into his mind, her voice a lullaby he’d never be able to forget.
Xander clutched her hips and moved in rhythm with her. He heard her sharp intake of breath, and then he felt her delicate hands covering his as she swayed to the music. She leaned back, using his body for support, teasing him to the point of frustration. Every nerve ending inside of him burned with lustful need.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” she said, tossing a grin over her shoulder at him.
If she only knew.
“You really do have moves.”
He laughed. She put her arms over her head and laced her hands behind his neck, pulling his head down slightly. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent and putting his mouth near her ear. “You have no idea the moves I have,” he said.
Closing her eyes, she turned her head, and he could feel her breath on his lips, her fingers threading through his hair, stroking his scalp. “Show me, then.”
His heart thundered in his chest. One small move forward and their lips would touch. He wanted to kiss her so damn bad. He trailed his finger down the side of her face and across her lips. Hecouldkiss her right now. Surrounded by this many people, it would be safe, no chance of things going too far. But he hadn’t been lying earlier when he said once he started, he’d never be able to stop. He’d be careless enough to suggest they leave, and he knew she wouldn’t object.
“Kylie.” His voice was strained. He removed her hands from his head and turned her so she was facing him.
“I think we should go.” She smirked and walked her fingers up his chest, the light touch sending him into a tailspin he wasn’t sure he could recover from. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember a single reason why he wasn’t allowing himself to take what she was offering. Because that was the thing with Kylie—she wasn’t shy about what she wanted. She’d been very clear about it, and knowing she was a sure thing only made his restraint waver even more. But then the nagging voice in his head reminded him that even a sure thing could end disastrously.
“Go where?” he asked.
“Back to the hotel.”
“And do what?” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.Shit.
She raised one perfectly arched brow, her intent clear even though she didn’t say anything.
He removed her hand from his chest, unable to withstand the tempting torture her touch caused in him. “You’re sure you want to leave?”
“Yes.” She gave a firm nod.
He took a deep breath, knowing their reasons for leaving were different. “That’s probably a smart idea considering you have to meet your grandmother’s lawyer early tomorrow morning.”
Her lips thinned into a tight line, and she narrowed her eyes. “Right…” She drew out the word.
He waited for her to say more, but she didn’t. Regret and guilt and disappointment twisted his insides. He hated upsetting her. Shaking his head, he followed her outside. He pressed the unlock button on the key fob and opened the passenger’s door for her. She slid into the seat without a word.
He got behind the wheel, started the engine, and pulled out of the parking lot. “I think we should talk about—”
“No, we shouldn’t,” she snapped. Crossing her arms over her chest, she angled her body toward the window and away from him.
Xander took a deep, controlled breath. He was smart enough to know when to shut up. He wasn’t, however, smart enough to figure out why she was suddenly so angry with him. They made the drive across town to their hotel in utter silence, which was both a blessing and a curse.
