Move the Sun (Signal Bend #1)(32)

Their hands salted, Lilli raised her shot glass, and they all did the same. Isaac took his, now, too. They all watched as Lilli licked the salt off her hand—doing that sensual little thing again—and tossed the tequila back. She picked up her lime, and the men watched as she slid it into her mouth and sucked it. When she set it back on her napkin, the meat was almost entirely gone. She’d sucked it clean.

He wasn’t surprised. Lilli had an extremely talented mouth. But his men were transfixed. None of them had drunk but him. When Lilli slammed her glass back on the bar, it shook them out of their pornographic fugue, and they did their shots.

Isaac knew what she was doing. It was brilliant; he simply hadn’t expected it. As beautiful and feminine as she was, she was so not girly, she confounded his expectations of women in so many ways, that he hadn’t even considered that she could play the sex kitten. But she’d read the situation, caught the vibe of mistrust his men were sending her way, and she’d played their expectations against them. She’d made herself a hot piece of ass.

Well, she couldn’t help but be that. But now that was all his men saw. They were disarmed.

They ran that line three times, her treat. She looked no worse for doing three quick, generously poured shots of top shelf tequila, but Isaac wanted a long, pleasant evening, so he thought it best to get some food into her before she got it in her head to make any more friends. He stepped behind her, pressing his body to hers, and whispered low in her ear, “Share another burger with me?”

She turned her head slowly, tucking into his neck a little. “How do you make a boring sentence like that sound so hot?” Maybe she was feeling the shots a little, after all. He grinned and kissed her nose.

“That a yes, then?” She nodded, and he caught Rose and ordered.

They took their food to a table that emptied as Isaac led Lilli to it. Soon enough, they had two more tables pushed to theirs, and all of the Horde were sitting with them, stealing fries until Isaac ordered three more baskets of them. The Horde didn’t, as a rule, pick up women at Tuck’s. They drank and they kept the peace, in their way. They usually headed back to the clubhouse, where women were primed and waiting and didn’t need sweet talk. So Lilli had their full attention.

They had a few beers with the food, and Isaac—who drank daily, was big, and thus had a very high threshold for drunkenness, so high that he rarely breached it—watched Lilli mellow, her focus soften.

There was something underneath her buzz, though, that he couldn’t quite read. He’d caught her giving him sly, almost greedy looks, and when he touched her, she reacted strongly. Not enough for the dolts sitting around them to notice, but he definitely did.

Then he got it. She was horny. Here in the middle of the bar. Well, wasn’t that interesting.

The band started its second set while they were eating, Isaac and Lilli sharing the burger with each other, the fries with everyone. People all over the bar started getting up this time to dance, and Isaac saw Lilli paying attention.

The second song came up, and the dancers immediately lined up. The band was covering Trace Adkins’

“Ladies Love Country Boys.” Oh, Isaac couldn’t pass that up.

He brushed her hair from her shoulder and leaned in close. “C’mon, Sport. Let me show you how to dance.”

“I know how t’dance, *. Tol’ you that already.”

Was that a little slur he heard in her speech? Nice. Lilli off her guard. He was looking forward to that, but he wanted to play it slow, so he needed to make sure she paced herself. Plus, she had to ride back with him. “Well, let me show you how we dance around here, then.” He stood, bringing her up with him. She let him lead her to the dance floor, and Isaac taught Lilli the Electric Slide.

She was right. She could really move. Even tipsy, she picked up the steps quickly—not that they were all that hard—and she was loose right off the bat, her body instinctively, fluidly moving with the beat. He watched her hips sway. That ass. Damn. Just . . . damn.

He was glad when the dancing shifted into pairs and he get could get his hands on her. He taught her the two-step, another easy dance, and she took to it immediately. He was surprised to find that she willingly let him lead. He put her in a spin, and she came back beautifully. He did it again, though, and she looked a little woozy. Drunk Lilli. Isaac was charmed.

With a saucy smile, she went up to her tiptoes and leaned close. Reading that she had something to say, he bent toward her, and she said in his ear, “Your music sucks, but you’re a great dancer. It’s really hot.” He laughed and brought her even closer.

But being so close to her, her hips moving against him, was driving him crazy. And it was increasingly apparent that drunk Lilli was extremely horny Lilli, because she was all up on him, making the most she could of the closeness and movement while they danced. She was working up a sweat, too, and he found the way tendrils of her hair clung to her face and neck, and the way her white! blouse was dampening, and the way she smelled—all of it, everything about her—was just too f*cking much.

He danced her to the edge of the floor and growled in her ear, “We need to sit down and get a drink, or I’m gonna drag your amazing ass to the restroom and bend you over the sink.”

She tipped her head back and grinned at him, her bright grey eyes hooded. “You see me stoppin’ you?”

Jesus Christ.