Page 29 of Chasing Xander
“Blue Balls. Anus Burner. The Leg Spreader. Liquid Viagra. Suck, Bang, and Blow. Mountain Dew Me.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Angel’s Tit. Sex on My Face. Adios Motherfucker. Cock Sucking Cowboy…”
“Okay, okay, stop!” She was laughing so hard she could barely breathe. She clutched her stomach and took a deep, calming breath. “I’m afraid to ask how you know all of that.”
“That’s probably smart.” He rubbed his hands up her legs, then back down, once again settling on her knees, leaving her body screaming for more. “How about we stick with an oldie but goodie?”
“What do you have in mind?” She hoped her voice was sexy and her expression seductive.
Xander’s eyes darkened, and she knew she’d succeeded. A smile pulled at her lips. There was no way he wouldn’t make a move now. She was giving him all the signs, and if she gave him anymore, she might as well beat him over the head, which she very well might have to do because he clearly wasn’t picking up what she was putting down.
“Tequila,” he said.
She’d never had so much as a sip of tequila before, but she knew it was hard liquor. Slowly, she nodded, although she didn’t know why. She had a gut feeling she wasn’t going to like it, and knowing it was the one drink her father never touched didn’t help, either. He said it would fuck you up worse than taking a semi straight up the ass, whatever the hell that meant.
After telling Eric what they wanted, Xander turned his attention back to her. “You ever done this before?”
She shook her head, feeling like the slow kid among a group of geniuses. “Hard liquor really isn’t my thing.”
“Hmm. Maybe tequila isn’t a good choice, then. We should stick with something…easier.”
She narrowed her eyes. Was he saying that because he was genuinely concerned, or was he subtly mocking her for not being a seasoned drinker? “No, I want to try it.” It was pure stubbornness that made her say that, and as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she wanted to take them back. But that would make her look stupid, and she didn’t want that, either.
“Are you sure?” His dark eyes sparkled again, and she was lost in his gaze. Did he make his eyes do that on purpose?
“Yeah.” She chewed on her bottom lip. “It’s not that bad, is it?”
“Here you go.” Eric set two shot glasses on the bar along with a salt shaker and a sliced lime.
Okay, what the hell was going on?
Xander took her hand and flipped it so her palm was up. Keeping his eyes on hers, he brought her hand to his mouth and licked the inside of her wrist. She froze, her heart beating so loudly she couldn’t hear anything but the erraticthump thump. He grabbed the salt and shook some of it onto her wrist. Then he licked her again, only this time he lingered, his lips puckering against her sensitive skin almost like he was sucking on it. Desire pooled between her legs. His lips were so soft, his tongue so warm. She drew a shaky breath, unable to pull away.
After another moment, he lifted his head, releasing his hold on her wrist, and downed the tequila before snatching a lime wedge and sucking on that. Kylie couldn’t stop staring. Who knew taking a shot of liquor could be so complicated? And hot? Before she could stop herself, she fanned her face with her hand, which made him grin with triumph.
“Still want to try it?” he asked, his voice deep and raspy.
Good Lord. How could she ever deny him when he spoke like that? He was sex personified, a walking, talking, teasing orgasm. And heaven help her, she wanted to tackle him to the floor and let him show her what else he was capable of with that tongue of his.
Kylie cleared her throat and took the salt shaker, forcing her hand to remain steady when all it wanted to do was tremble. She could still feel his mouth on her wrist, his hot breath, his soft lips and wet tongue. Suppressing a groan, she stared at him, thankful she was fuzzy from the two Sex on the Beach shots she’d done.
“Where do you want it?” She waved the salt shaker.
His full lips parted into a panty-melting smile. “Wherever you want to put it, sweetheart.”
Thank fucking God she was sitting because she swore every bone in her body melted, leaving her a quivering mess of unquenched need. And then his words sunk in. He’d given her complete freedom to pour salt wherever she wanted on his body. A slow grin tugged at her mouth, and she stood, her knees wobbly.
She stepped forward and stood between his parted legs. “I’m pretty sure we’d need privacy for what I’m thinking.”
Xander’s eyes widened, but only briefly, and then he was back to his smoldering, arrogant, collected self. “Lucky for us, I have a room upstairs.”
She didn’t respond to that right away because she knew if she did, she’d be upstairs, naked, and in his bed before she could blink. While the idea was tempting, she was a chickenshit. And she didn’t want her first time to be during a frat party with a guy she barely knew. Granted, she wanted Xander in the worst way, but not here and not tonight. She ran her fingers through his hair, tilting his head to the side, and then she licked his neck. She prayed her tongue was as sexy and erotic as his had been, but she was afraid it felt more like a slobbering dog.
He put his hands on her waist, squeezing enough to cause her to step closer, and then he groaned. That was hands down the sexiest sound she had ever heard. “Interesting choice,” he said, keeping his head tilted. There was a playful edge to his voice.
With a trembling hand, she shook the salt onto his neck, licked her lips, and lowered her head. She licked the salt from him and then placed several quick, featherlight kisses to his neck. He groaned again, this time a little louder, and she smiled against his skin. Reluctantly, she pulled away and reached for the tequila. But before she could get it, Xander snatched it and tossed it back. She stared at him, eyes wide. He made a face, then reached for the lime and put it in his mouth.
He held the lime between his teeth and raised both brows, daring her. When she hesitated, unsure what he wanted, he crooked his finger at her. She closed the distance between them and put her lips around the lime, taking it from his mouth. Or rather, she tried, but he didn’t let go, and so she sucked on the fruit, their lips almost touching, but not quite. When she pulled away, he placed the rind on the bar.
“You took my shot,” she said lamely.
