Deep in You (Phoenix #1) Read Free

type.”
    “I would be happy to back up my claims.”
    “You should be so lucky.”
    She sounded tough, but she had put her glass down and was giving me her full attention. “I think you’re the one who brought up the idea of us going to bed together. I merely spoke of your friend’s apparent inability to please a woman.”
    “He’s not my friend.”
    “I’m very glad to hear that,” I murmured, knowing she’d be the only one who could hear me. She didn’t answer, but she didn’t have to. I knew I had won. Game. Set. Match. “Dance with me.”
    She looked a little surprised. “What?”
    I grinned. “Dance with me.”
    I stood, and pain shot through my right ankle. Not too bad. Tolerable. Dancing probably wasn’t the best idea I’d ever had, but my ankle was wrapped up, and I was determined to close the deal. I held out my hand to help her from her seat. She hesitated, but I stood still, determined. I waited for her to make the right decision.
    She relented and slid down from her barstool, refusing my hand. I gestured for her to lead the way, but she stumbled. Without thinking about it, I was at her side, assisting her, my hand at the small of her back.
    “Wow. Those martinis hit you out of nowhere,” she said with a giggle. “I’ve got this. Just felt weird for a moment.”
    “Maybe I like helping you,” I answered, flexing my fingers against her spine. Together, we made our way to the dance floor.
    If there is one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that, given the right partner, most women love to dance. They love being able to rub their bodies all over a man, drive him to distraction, while remaining in a safe and very public environment.
    I led her onto the dance floor just as the song transformed into a heady, sexually charged tempo. Not slow enough to be awkward, but not so fast as to deter intimacy. Perfect.
    She looked a little self-conscious, facing me with uncertainty, like she didn’t know where to start. People jostled us from every direction. A woman with bright blue hair came up to my left and gyrated against me, but I ignored her. I pulled my mystery friend—Lily, I’d heard that asshole call her–by the wrist into me, spinning her around to face away from me and holding her to my chest. I lowered my face to her ear. “Stop thinking so much. Just let the music take you. Lose yourself in its rhythm.”
    She shuddered in my arms. I started to dance, rolling my hips into her. She responded, finally stepping free and surrendering herself to the music. Now that she had relaxed, I could see that she was no novice to dancing, just as I’d expected. She kept her back to me, which gave me the chance to appreciate her perfect ass. Fuck, this girl could move. She knew exactly what to do to make my blood simmer.
    The music changed to a slower beat. I closed the distance between us and gripped her waist, pulling her into me. She stiffened as she felt my cock hard against her ass, but quickly relaxed into my embrace as we swayed slowly to the music. I leaned down to her ear once more.
    “Do I get to know your name now?” I murmured, my voice husky.
    She turned around and gazed up at me. She placed her hands on my chest and slowly, seductively moved them up and around my neck, allowing me to pull her close and wrap my arms around her waist. “Lily Campbell.”
    I smiled down at her. “Xander Phoenix.”
    Her eyebrows lifted. “ The Xander Phoenix? The X-Wing? The man who flies?”
    “One and the same. But that’s business; this is about pleasure. Don’t think about any of that.”
    “I knew you looked familiar. I’ve seen–”
    I cut her off with a kiss. I knew what she’d seen, what they’d all seen. I didn’t want to talk about gymnastics now. Don’t get me wrong, I love it. I like being able to control my body to do these things, enjoy the admiration I get. It just wasn’t my focus here in the club. My interest was only in the beautiful woman in front of me.
    I deepened