Page 15 of Chasing Xander
“C’mon, one bite. You’ll love it, trust me.”
She hesitated but then leaned closer, opening her mouth to take a bite. He narrowed his eyes as he watched her lips close around the slice and then pull back. Her eyes fluttered for a moment as she chewed, and her tongue darted out to lick the corner of her mouth. Christ, that was sexy. He swallowed hard and shifted to accommodate his growing erection.
Setting the pizza back on the plate, he reached for the cup of chocolate milk and handed it to her. She took a drink, meeting and holding his gaze over the rim of the cup. He’d never seen such green eyes. They were like polished emeralds. “Well?” he asked.
“It’s better than I thought it would be,” she said. “But it’s still a weird combination.”
“It’ll grow on ya.” He handed her the plate and then fixed himself one. She settled cross-legged on her bed, and he sat in the desk chair, even though he really wanted to be next to her on the bed.
“So, what kinds of video games did you bring?”
“Just Dance.” He finished his slice and reached for a second.
She froze with her pizza halfway to her mouth. “As in the game where you have to dance?”
“Yeah.” He grinned.
“I’m not doing that.” She shook her head. “No way.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have all the rhythm of a white girl from Ohio. And apparently being around you turns me into a klutz, so…” She shrugged.
He laughed. “Is that so? Well, I guess I’ll just have to show you a move or two.” He winked, and she blushed like she had yesterday. If his words had that effect on her, he’d bet his left nut the rest of her body would blush as beautifully from his touch.
“You’ve got moves?” She raised her brows. “Are they good moves?”
He wadded up a napkin and tossed it at her. She stuck out her tongue. He shook his head with amusement. “How about I get the game set up and show you?”
He set his plate on the desk and grabbed the bag with the gaming console. It took less than ten minutes for him to get it connected to the TV.
“Ready?” he asked.
“No.”
“You’re really not going to play?” He hadn’t pegged her as the type to say no to something fun and silly.
“Why don’t you go a couple rounds and show me how it’s done? Then maybe I’ll join in.” She finished her chocolate milk and set the empty cup and plate on the desk.
“Oh no. I’m not making a fool of myself alone.” He took her hands and tugged her against his chest. “It’ll be fun. Promise.” She tensed, and he gave her hands a reassuring squeeze, but she didn’t relax. What had he said to make her suddenly uncomfortable? “Kylie… Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, just…don’t make promises you can’t keep, okay? It’s this thing I have.” She averted her gaze.
His heart nearly stopped as his mind raced with what had happened to cause her to get so upset over making a promise. “Okay. Fair enough. So, you’ll play? I can guarantee I won’t laugh at you.”
“You better not, or else I’m taking you out at the knees.”
“Damn! I didn’t realize you were so violent.”
Chuckling, she pulled her hands from his. “Stop stalling and show me all these ‘great’ moves you claim to have.” She actually used air quotes around the wordgreat.
“You’re going to eat those words, sweetheart.” He retrieved the controllers and handed her one. Then he started the game. The music was loud and clear. He waved his hands over his head and mimicked the foot placement. Kylie stood off to the side, perfectly still, staring at the TV. He stopped. “You’re supposed to copy the dance.”
“I’m watching it so I can see what’s happening. Then we can restart it, and I’ll know what to do.”
He laughed. “That’s cheating.” He started to dance again, positive he looked like a moron, but if it would get her to loosen up and laugh, he’d do it. “C’mon!”
Finally, she moved. She was slow and hesitant at first, not really getting into it. But by the third song, she was in the groove, whipping herself around and singing along. When she’d get lost, she’d freestyle, shaking her hips and ass in an innocent, erotic dance. Without realizing it, he’d stopped to watch her. Her eyes were bright and fiery. Her hair was coming loose from the bun, and stray tendrils fell across her face. Every so often, she’d push them back.
