She narrows her eyes, her gaze flitting between us. “But why?”
“It’s just dinner, Lily,” Xander replies, not taking his eyes off her for a second. They rake over her curves, lingering on all the parts I know he’s dying to touch. He wants her as badly as I do. And Zeke? Well, the fact that he was the one to invite her to our booth tells me how much he likes her. He’s never done that before.
“I know that. But …” She chews on the inside of her cheek. I’ve come to realize it’s one of her nervous tells. “Why me? What do the three of you, who could get literally any girl in this club, want with a bike messenger from Brooklyn?”
I shuffle closer, and my breath ruffles her hair, making her shiver. Oh, I fucking love the way her body responds to mine. It’s primal and pure, and fuck me, she has me hard as stone. “Well, you are kind of funny, even when you don’t mean to be.”
Her cheeks redden.
I brush her hair back from her neck, trailing my fingertips over her bare skin. She squeezes her thighs together, and I suck in a stuttered breath. She’s going to look so incredible with my hand around her throat while I fuck her. “You’re sweet,” I whisper, edging even closer until my lips brush her ear.
“Am not.”
Her feeble protest makes me chuckle. “And you’re hot as fuck, Lily.” Her soft moan has my cock throbbing against my zipper. Fucking hell.
Her body leans into mine, like she’s allowing her instincts to take over. Or maybe it’s the champagne. “This club is bursting with hot women. You could take any of these girls home right now,” she says, her voice husky.
“True.” I force myself to back away before I lose control and end up fucking her right here at our table. She exhales and her shoulders slump. “But we’re talking about dinner, and we only want that with you.”
Once again, she studies the three of us and frowns. “So this isn’t about one of you wanting to take me home for a quick hookup?”
Fuck yes, I want to take you home and feel those pretty lips around my cock. But that isn’t all we want.
Zeke answers before I get the chance. “No.”
A fleeting look of disappointment flashes across her face, but she masks it well. She glances around the club. Her throat thickens as she swallows. She wants to come home with us, likely only one of us though, and that’s just not going to work. Not with her. But there’s no use getting ahead of myself. Xander will make sure she gets home safely tonight, and he’ll do whatever’s necessary to convince her to have dinner with us tomorrow.
Chapter
Eight
LILY
I fumble my key after fishing it from my purse, and it clatters to the ground. Xander stoops to pick it up for me, which I’m eternally grateful for because my head is spinning and I’m not sure I could have bent down without falling over. I rarely drink at all, and I must have consumed almost an entire bottle of Dom by myself. I chalk it up to nerves. I mean, who wouldn’t be nervous sitting with three of the richest, most powerful men in the country? And they were definitely flirting with me. Even if it was only to have a little fun at my expense, the memory of their teasing has me squeezing my thighs together to quell the throbbing ache.
Xander’s fingers brush mine when he hands me my key, and a jolt of electricity shoots up my arm. I stare up at him. “So damn handsome it should be illegal.”
He chuckles, and I realize I said my thoughts aloud. Staring up into his deep blue eyes, I exhale a dreamy sigh. He’s been the perfect gentleman all night, even while he sat next to me on the ride here. It doesn’t make sense for him to be interested in a girl like me, but … the way he looks at me. As though he might be interested in something more, if only for tonight. And I so need to blow off steam.
Leaning against the doorframe for support and trying to look as sexy as possible, I clear my throat before any more of my thoughts spill from my lips. “You want to come in for a beer?”
He bites on his beautiful lip and shakes his head.
Dammit. Of course he doesn’t. I look at the floor to hide the embarrassment burning my cheeks, but he cups my chin, tilting my head until I’m staring into his hypnotic eyes once more. “Don’t think for a second it’s because I don’t want to, shorty.”
I blink at him. Champagne is clouding my senses. “So what is it?”
He takes a half step forward, closing the distance between us until our bodies are mere inches apart. My pulse throbs against my skin. My legs tremble. My breath hitches. I feel like I’m standing too close to the sun and I’m about to get burned. He dusts the pad of his thumb over my lips. “Because you’re drunk and it’s taking all of my goddamn restraint not to slip my hand inside your panties and find out how wet you are, Lily.”