Right. She has the eight ball to sink, and then we’re done. I’m still not over how good she is at this. She fucking wiped the floor with me. But that doesn’t strike my ego as much as it does my interest. Something tells me she’s full of surprises like this, and I long to uncover them one by one.
She looks mighty focused when she bends over to align herself with the cue and eight balls. It’s a straightforward shot, so I doubt she’ll miss it, but I hope for it. I’d still have two balls to get in there and earn myself one last question.
Her hit is precise, and as soon as the white ball is sent rolling, I know she nailed it. It knocks into the eight ball, sending it right into a corner where it sinks. When she turns around this time, she’s uncharacteristically uncertain, lacking her usual assurance.
“What if—” she starts before meeting my eyes, her hands fidgeting around the cue. “What if I’ve been agitated too?”
I already knew it, but the admission feels grand. Slowly, I take a step toward her. “You have?”
“I have, yes. Restless, even.”
“What do you want to do about it, red?” Now, I’m right in front of her, holding back everything within me not to rush her, not to take what I so fiercely want—what Ineed. She settles her cue down on the table, and her hands come to the strings of my hoodie.
She’s torn, debating what she should do about me, about this insane chemistry that sizzles between us. Everything else disappears—the music, the patrons, the smell of spilled drinks… All I can see are those beautiful eyes so full of questions and desires.
“Do you think we can do this and stay casual? No-strings-attached?”
“That’s all I can do, love. I don’t have time for anything else.” My skin is on fire, burning everywhere we touch, and when I bend a knee, she spreads her legs just a little to allow my thigh between them.
“Me neither. So maybe you could help me with my list?”
“It would be my greatest pleasure, Gen.”
“Really?”
I nod, touched by her lack of self-confidence. She’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, and she must feel how hard I am right now.
Time seems to have stalled, and I don’t dare move for fear that I’ll break whatever spell has fallen upon us. This tension, this suspense, drives me mad, but my soul feeds on it, reveling in the knowledge that I might be inside her again.
When she pulls up the hood of my hoodie, I think she’s fidgeting again. But then, once it’s secured on my head, she grabs onto the sides and tugs me down, lowering my lips onto her awaiting mouth. My hand instantly reaches around her slim figure, holding her close as I deepen the shy kiss she initiated.
Safely hidden in the small alcove of my hood that she firmly keeps down, we lose ourselves in the moment, getting reacquainted with one another. She isn’t shy anymore when I unlock my jaw, her warm tongue coming to meet mine in its territory.
I’ve been wondering if the memory of what happened between us wasn’t altered for some reason, questioning if I could really have reacted so strongly to the proper little Miss Kensington. But as we kiss and devour each other in the middle of the back room of The Devil’s Court, I realize that no, I didn’t imagine this intense attraction or the magnitude of the sparks she ignites. In fact, those memories might have been dulled because I don’t remember ever feeling this entranced by anyone before.
When my thigh presses harder on that heated space between her legs, she lets out a delicious moan that goes straight to my balls. It seems I’m not the only one who forgot we’re not alone, an easy feat, given how isolated we feel under my hood.
“Red, slow down.”
“I want you,” she breathes out.
“I want you too. Do you—How do you want tonight to go?”
“Maybe we could start working on my list,” she suggests, her pupils three times their size, her arousal unmistakable.
“Order, and I shall obey, love.”
“How about sex in a public place?”
I chuckle, appreciative of her enthusiasm. “Should I throw everyone out and fuck you on that pool table, after all?”
She shakes her head, her lush hair dancing with the gesture. “Don’t you have a more isolated place in mind?”
I do. In fact, I have the perfect place for this. But before that, I need more of her. She’s feeling the same way because she pulls me down at the exact moment I lower to reclaim her lips.
Chapter Eleven
Gen
