it's my turn." She faced him, and his eyes rose to her face. "Is the only reason you're interested in me, because you want sex?"
"No, not the only reason," he said in a cool tone.
"So, what's the other reason?"
"I can't answer that. You gotta make another shot."
She groaned, facing the table. "You get on my nerves."
He chuckled. She stared at the cue ball, praying she made this one. She jerked the stick, only for it to barely graze the ball.
"Shit."
"Welp! Sorry baby, my turn." He stepped to the table.
"No! That's not fair, that wasn't even a real shot."
"Yeah, it was. You just suck."
"Fuck you." She turned away and he mumbled something under his breath. She faced him, only to meet his devious gaze. "What was that?"
He licked his lips with a cool smile. "Nothing, sweetheart."
With a focused stare, he walked around the table. When he found his spot, he struck the ball. The cue ball collided into the rest, forcing two balls into each pocket. She groaned with frustration. She couldn't understand how he was so good at this.
Shaking her head, she leaned against the table, preparing herself for another grueling question.
"So, here's what I wanna know..." He walked toward her in calculated steps. Her heart raced in her chest and she forced herself to suppress it.
"Do I scare you?"
She chuckled at his odd question. "What?"
"Do I scare you?"
"No, of course you don't scare me."
His dark eyes fell to her breasts before trailing up to her lips. He stepped even closer, now invading her space and her breath left her throat.
"So, If I were to kiss you right now, what would you do?"
At a loss for words, she fumbled for a response. He rested his stick on the table, then pressed his palms against the edge, trapping her body within the confines of his brawny frame. The intoxicating whiff of his cologne mixed with a hint of vodka assailed her senses and she swallowed the dry air in her throat. Despite herself, her gaze fell to his lips. The memory of their soft touch caressing hers ignited fiery desire within, and she fought the brewing urge to draw her lips closer. She wanted to blame the effects of the liquor for her highly aroused state. But she couldn't. The truth was, she had long sobered up now. And the heat stirring within her loins had everything to do with him. His aura. His scent. His godforsaken good looks. Everything about him emitted waves of…sex. And despite her screaming rationale to leave, her body craved him insatiably.
"You didn't answer my question," his husky baritone arose chills through her.
"You didn't make your shot," she whispered.
"Just did."
His lips collided into hers and she weakened at their touch. She kissed him yearningly, missing their caress. Since that night, she couldn't get their kiss out of her mind. She longed for it. He nestled himself between her legs. As his tongue slipped in her mouth, a soft moan fled from her lips. Their tongues intertwined, as breathless moans escaped their lips. She rubbed his thick jaw, as his firm hands caressed her frame. He grasped her waist and lifted her on edge of the table. With a groan, his lips trailed to her neck. His hot tongue danced across her skin with each brush of his moist lips, arousing moisture in her loins. He kissed certain spots that pushed her body into overdrive. She forgot what it felt like to be kissed like this. Touched like this. And with each kiss he blessed her with, the more her desire for him overpowered her senses. She couldn't think straight. The pounding arousal between her legs began to get too much. His lips dipped to her cleavage, and her heart raced as he kissed the curvature of her breasts. He ran his hand up her thigh and she gasped when he arrived at her clit. He rubbed it softly, and she cursed under her breath, moistening just at his mere touch. He tugged her lace thong, pulling them off. A brush of cool air caressed her now exposed womanhood and she snapped out of her trance.
"Cam, w-wait..." She
"No, not the only reason," he said in a cool tone.
"So, what's the other reason?"
"I can't answer that. You gotta make another shot."
She groaned, facing the table. "You get on my nerves."
He chuckled. She stared at the cue ball, praying she made this one. She jerked the stick, only for it to barely graze the ball.
"Shit."
"Welp! Sorry baby, my turn." He stepped to the table.
"No! That's not fair, that wasn't even a real shot."
"Yeah, it was. You just suck."
"Fuck you." She turned away and he mumbled something under his breath. She faced him, only to meet his devious gaze. "What was that?"
He licked his lips with a cool smile. "Nothing, sweetheart."
With a focused stare, he walked around the table. When he found his spot, he struck the ball. The cue ball collided into the rest, forcing two balls into each pocket. She groaned with frustration. She couldn't understand how he was so good at this.
Shaking her head, she leaned against the table, preparing herself for another grueling question.
"So, here's what I wanna know..." He walked toward her in calculated steps. Her heart raced in her chest and she forced herself to suppress it.
"Do I scare you?"
She chuckled at his odd question. "What?"
"Do I scare you?"
"No, of course you don't scare me."
His dark eyes fell to her breasts before trailing up to her lips. He stepped even closer, now invading her space and her breath left her throat.
"So, If I were to kiss you right now, what would you do?"
At a loss for words, she fumbled for a response. He rested his stick on the table, then pressed his palms against the edge, trapping her body within the confines of his brawny frame. The intoxicating whiff of his cologne mixed with a hint of vodka assailed her senses and she swallowed the dry air in her throat. Despite herself, her gaze fell to his lips. The memory of their soft touch caressing hers ignited fiery desire within, and she fought the brewing urge to draw her lips closer. She wanted to blame the effects of the liquor for her highly aroused state. But she couldn't. The truth was, she had long sobered up now. And the heat stirring within her loins had everything to do with him. His aura. His scent. His godforsaken good looks. Everything about him emitted waves of…sex. And despite her screaming rationale to leave, her body craved him insatiably.
"You didn't answer my question," his husky baritone arose chills through her.
"You didn't make your shot," she whispered.
"Just did."
His lips collided into hers and she weakened at their touch. She kissed him yearningly, missing their caress. Since that night, she couldn't get their kiss out of her mind. She longed for it. He nestled himself between her legs. As his tongue slipped in her mouth, a soft moan fled from her lips. Their tongues intertwined, as breathless moans escaped their lips. She rubbed his thick jaw, as his firm hands caressed her frame. He grasped her waist and lifted her on edge of the table. With a groan, his lips trailed to her neck. His hot tongue danced across her skin with each brush of his moist lips, arousing moisture in her loins. He kissed certain spots that pushed her body into overdrive. She forgot what it felt like to be kissed like this. Touched like this. And with each kiss he blessed her with, the more her desire for him overpowered her senses. She couldn't think straight. The pounding arousal between her legs began to get too much. His lips dipped to her cleavage, and her heart raced as he kissed the curvature of her breasts. He ran his hand up her thigh and she gasped when he arrived at her clit. He rubbed it softly, and she cursed under her breath, moistening just at his mere touch. He tugged her lace thong, pulling them off. A brush of cool air caressed her now exposed womanhood and she snapped out of her trance.
"Cam, w-wait..." She
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