I went with jeans, heels and an off-the-shoulder top. A little bit sassy but enough to get him worked up. Trouble was, I wanted to hold off, but my body said something else entirely. I walked out the door feeling good. I knew the place he was talking about, Kewl Cats. I drove over there and went inside. I did a doubletake when I saw him. Ripped jeans, tight thighs, a black T-shirt with an eagle on the back and tousled dirty blonde hair in a ponytail. The essence of badassery. I scanned the room. Casual place. Pool tables lined up in a row. Kind of dark lighting. Plenty of light over the pool tables though. A few of them were free. Groups of people and couples were playing. Pizza was being carried out to tables and making my mouth water. I saw Diego getting a drink at the bar. Of course I had to walk in a little later than the actual date time.
“Can I have one too?” I addressed him from behind his back.
He turned and his blue eyes pierced straight through to my pussy. I swear. I was turned on already and we hadn’t even started talking. He put his drink down on the bar and lifted me off my feet with a kiss.
“Hey, sexy. Missed you.”
I was on a high right now and this was fun.
“Missed you too. I’ve been working too hard. Let’s have some fun.”
“I agree.” His eyes gobbled me up as I sat down next to him. He turned my chair toward him. “How are you?” He stroked his hand on my thigh and leaned forward for a passionate lip lock.
“I’m good now,” I breathed. My plan to keep my legs closed might have been ambitious. One of my toughest assignments yet.
“I’ll get you a drink. What will it be?” he asked. I licked my lips, reveling in the after-tingle of his kiss.
“A beer will be fine.”
“My kinda girl.” The guy was so hot it was incredible. I was aching from need inside. I looked at the pool table. I wanted him to shoot those balls off my naked body. I shook the fantasy from my head. Hard to stay sane with someone so hot. I wanted to look past that, though. I mean, what did I really know about the guy? Other than he was into real estate and rode a motorbike. My background with bikers wasn’t so good. He came back a few minutes later with my beer.
“What are you drinking?” I asked, peering at the brown liquid in his glass. His blue eyes danced.
“Jack.” Fuck. He really fit the stereotype of a biker. “Do you know how to play pool?”
“Hmm. A little, not much. Try not to blow me out of the water,” I lied. Truth was I’d played pool a lot with my older brother. We had a pool table in our family home. I was a little rusty but still confident I had enough skills to hold my own. All eyes were on me and I liked it. I had his full attention.
“Okay. I’ll teach you the ropes along the way. We can have fun with it.” He sounded confident. The corner of his mouth twisted and I knew what he was getting at.
“All right, cue up, sexy,” I said. I grabbed my cue from the rack and chalked the tip. I watched Diego’s forearm as he did the same. “You can go first,” I said in an innocent voice. I didn’t want to give away my cards early.
“Okay, if you say so. Best of five to start with.” I watched him rack up all the balls in a triangle. Strands of his blond hair hung in his face as he concentrated. He leaned forward and I took in the masterpiece. All hunk. I noticed a couple of females on the side, eyeing him as well. I couldn’t be too mad. I would’ve gawked too. The balls responded to his force and scattered. The smalls went into the pockets first, three of them. Good start for Diego. “Looks like you’re on bigs. Can you handle it?” He smiled. I blew the chalk off the top of my stick and lined up the table. Play dumb for a while or play it straight. Hmm.
“I was born ready, baby.” I smiled.
“I hear you talking, let’s see what you got.” I turned up the heat a little. I had to walk past him to get the right angle on the ball I wanted to pocket. I strolled behind him and pinched his ass as I went past. It brought a smile to his face. I leaned forward, being sure to stand on my tiptoes as I lined up the ball I wanted to hit. I missed the pocket to the left on purpose.
“I know what you’re doing,” he said and I grinned at him.
“Is it working?”
“Yes. But that’s not going to be enough to throw me off.” He nibbled my ear on his way to his shot. An adrenaline rush of wanton desire hit me. Okay. Time to up the ante. This whole thing felt like foreplay. I watched as he pocketed two more balls. “You sure you don’t want any tips? I can give you some pointers on that last shot,” he said as his eyes searched my body.
“Sure, go ahead.”
He stood behind me and grabbed the stick and my hands. I had to keep my breathing level. I was struggling.
“If you look at the ball through an eye-level view it will help you hit the target.” I knew he was talking about pool but it didn’t feel like it. The way I heard his voice was as if he was singing me a lullaby. His husky, rich voice sent shivers down my spine.
“Uh-huh. I got it,” I said.
“Okay, go for it.”
I poked my tongue out. Two balls were lined up vertically in the top left pocket. I leaned back and let my stick do the work. The bangs clinked two balls together as they rolled in one after the other.
“Seems my lesson paid off.”
“Seems like it.” His small was in the way of one of my bigs. I needed a diagonal hit. I bounced the white ball off the corner, knocked his out and my ball went in. Now his beautiful white teeth started flashing and he smirked.
