I walk slow letting the others get in front of me. Savi hangs back as well, and I’m grateful to finally be able to talk to her.
“Nice lipstick, sunshine.” I give her a sideways glance as her lip quirks.
“I thought you might like that.” She plays with her gold chain, and I watch my number slip between her fingers beforeit drops into the crevice of her breasts. I would give my left nut right now to be able to follow it with my tongue.
“I scored a goal just in case you missed it.”
“I saw it,” she smiles. “I have every intention of following through on my promise.”
Her tongue swipes along the cherry color, and my dick instantly reacts.
“Make sure you sit next to me,” I say quietly as we arrive at the restaurant. Even though we can’t openly show affection yet, it doesn’t mean I can’t reach for her under the table.
“Oh, I have every intention of doing so, number twenty-two.” A sexy grin appears on her face before she walks into the Mexican cantina, leaving me standing there holding a baby.
“I think I’m in trouble,” I whisper to Cruz before stepping inside and praying like hell I can get through this dinner without turning Savi over my knee. Something tells me she’s going to enjoy making me squirm, but she’s not the only one who can play this game.
THIRTY-THREE
SAVI
A manlike Knox holding a baby should be considered a crime. It’s a lethal combination, and one I’m having a very hard time with. It’s getting harder and harder to stop myself from grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and dragging him somewhere private so I can climb him like a tree to satisfy this yearning he has caused between my legs.
Pulling out a chair, I take a seat and immediately cross my legs to ease the pressure, hoping like hell I can get through this dinner unscathed.
Lyla takes Cruz from Knox, and I breathe a little easier. He looks way too sexy holding my nephew, and it’s doing things to my ovaries and my heart to see them together.
Taking the open seat next to me, he sheds his jacket and gets more comfortable, opening a few buttons and rolling up his sleeves.
Damn him for looking even more sinfully hot as he runs his hand through his hair and tousles it just the way I like it. I can almost feel the softness running through my fingers.
Smoothing down my black skirt, I fist my hand under the table as my boot bounces nervously against my crossed leg.
His thigh brushes mine as he adjusts his chair slightly, bringing him closer to me before he lifts his menu and glances at it. Amusement flashes in those blues, and I know without a doubt he’s got something up his sleeve.
The waitress comes by, and we order our drinks and appetizers. I opt for the biggest margarita they have, desperately needing something to take the edge off.
“Thirsty, sunshine?” He murmurs under his breath.
“Thirsty doesn’t begin to cover it,” I say quietly.
A low chuckle shakes his shoulders as he appears to study the menu.
I tense when I feel his hand appear on my thigh. My skin burns from his touch as he runs his hand up higher and rests possessively under my skirt. He keeps it there so close to the V of my legs that one movement of his fingers and he’ll be touching the dampness of my lace.
When our drinks arrive, I take a huge sip, letting the tequila do its job as my insides warm from the alcohol.
“Mmmm,” Olivia says, taking a drink of hers. “This is a damn good margarita.”
“Agreed,” I smile across the table and take another sip.
“Almost as good as Montgomery’s, but you’ve got them beat, babe.” Olivia leans over and kisses Miles on the cheek.
“Damn right I do,” he grins, leaning back with his arm over her chair.
I try to focus on small talk as the guys discuss the game. My nieces are busy coloring on the kids’ menu while Cruz is still sound asleep in Jake’s arms.
Knox’s hand doesn’t budge, and if anything, it’s gripping more as his fingers knead my flesh. He continues his conversation like it’s nothing when I’m feeling everything, and can barely stop my moan.
