Page 37 of Chasing Xander
She moved closer to him and walked her fingers up his chest. “I don’t know. If I let you take me out, are you going to try to get me drunk again?”
Xander relaxed a little, falling back into the easy groove of teasing and laughing. He was quickly learning to adore this playful side of her. “Only if you want me to.” He shifted the bowl to one hand so he could use his other to pull her closer. “Any other questions before you answer me?”
“Yes.” Kylie’s breath hitched. She dropped her wet clothes to the floor and put her hands on his biceps, her touch firm but gentle. “Are you ever going to kiss me? I mean, you had the perfect opportunity last Sunday when you came to my room, and you’ve been talking a big game all night, but now that push comes to shove…” She shrugged. “I’m starting to think you’re all talk and no action.” She smirked.
He lifted a brow, shock twisting his expression. Damn! He hadn’t expected that. “You want some action?” He set the bowl on the floor, then turned her so her back was against the door. “I’ll give you some action.” He put his hands on her waist and stepped closer. “And you can bet your ass I’m going to kiss you.”
“Could you not use my ass as a wager?” She eased her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers behind his head and arching against him. “I kinda like my ass and would like to keep it.”
“I like your ass, too. A lot.” He slid his hands around to her back. He’d been waiting all fucking night for this moment. He licked his lips and leaned closer. But before he could get a taste of her mouth, the door opened, and she stumbled backward. He tightened his hold on her so she wouldn’t fall.
“Oh shit,” Finn said.
Xander’s gaze shot to Finn, who held up his hands in a show of surrender and stepped back. Making sure Kylie was steady on her feet, he released her. All he wanted was a goddamn fucking kiss! Apparently that was too much to ask for. The universe was seriously screwing with him tonight.
Kylie smoothed her hands over her hair and adjusted her ponytail. “Hey.” She stepped aside so Finn could get through the door.
“Sorry, dude.” He patted Xander’s shoulder.
Xander clenched his jaw and glared hard at his friend. There was a lot he wanted to say to Finn, but none of it was appropriate for a woman’s ears.
“Oh good. You’re home,” Celeste said.
Kylie shook her head and then picked up her clothes and the bowl of rice. “Thanks for everything, Xander.”
Fuck!He dragged a hand through his hair. “You’re welcome.”
“Hey, you got your car? You can give me a ride back to the house, right?” Finn asked.
“Yeah,” he said, his gaze never leaving hers. “You never did answer my question.” He didn’t want to leave until he knew for certain he’d see her again this weekend.
She leaned against the doorframe. “Which question was that?”
“The one about tomorrow night.”
She held his gaze, her green eyes dancing with amusement. His stomach fluttered with anticipation—for both her answer and for whatever else might come out of her mouth. She smiled. “You bet your ass you can.”
He laughed. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”
Kylie nodded. “And Xander?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t be late.” She took a step back and closed the door.
He shook his head, the smile never once fading from his face.
“Good night, I take it?” Finn asked.
For a moment, he almost forgot Finn was standing there. His smile faltered. “Not as good as yours.”
Finn flung his head back and laughed. He slapped Xander on the back. “Well, at least you have another shot at it tomorrow.”
“Yeah, and so help me God, if you call and you’re not dead, I’ll kill you.” Xander pulled his keys from his pocket. “Not so much as a damn kiss tonight,” he mumbled under his breath and shook his head.
“Ouch!”
Yeah, ouch was right. Even though he was disappointed he hadn’t kissed Kylie, he wasn’t counting the night as a total bust. He’d had fun with her. A lot of fun. And he was really looking forward to hanging out with her again tomorrow night.
