to her. Video games! Baseball! Rollerblading. And sexy as hell. She really was the perfect woman. Other than that marriage thing...
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Chapter Six
She played to win. The first time they'd played, yeah, she'd let him win, wanting to stroke his ego that night. Tonight, she had no intention of throwing the game.
But damn, he was good! She could only watch in helpless admiration as he kicked her butt in their second game. And he looked so good doing it. The muscles and tendons in his strong brown forearms corded as he held the cue, his long fingers sexy as they rested lightly on the shaft. Her imagination pictured those fingers on her, and a delicious shiver ran down her spine. The determination in his eyes aroused her, and muscles flexed and rippled in his arms and shoulders when he shot. And his butt ... as he bent over the table, she had to take a deep breath when she saw how the faded denim of his jeans hugged his ass.
Despite her annoyance at losing, she had to smile at him as they hung up their cues.
"Good game,” he said, giving her that gorgeous eye-crinkling smile. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and changed the spikes to all different directions. It still looked good. She got very warm.
"Another beer?” he asked.
"Um...” She'd barely been able to choke down the first one, but she didn't want him to know she didn't like his beer.
"One more,” he said persuasively, and she nodded against her will.
The icy cold beer actually didn't taste so bad. She resisted the urge to hold the cold glass against her hot face.
They sat and talked, laughed and drank their beers. “I like watching you play pool,” Zach said with a wicked grin. She couldn't help but smile back at him, her eyes on his.
"Why is that?” she asked deliberately.
"You have a great ass.” His frankness took her breath away. His hot, dark gaze held her immobile in her seat.
"Well, thank you.” She smiled. “I've never heard that before."
"Bullshit,” he said. “I bet you hear that all the time. Actually, you're pretty gorgeous all over."
Her chest tightened as her breath caught and her heart thumped loudly. “So are you,” she whispered before she could stop herself. Their hands were resting on the table, and his slid forward and grasped hers. His skin was warm, his hand big and a bit rough. It was a very masculine hand, and she loved the feel of it. Desire hit her low in her tummy, and she felt her breasts swell a little. Yikes.
She could see desire in his eyes too. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. She was suddenly aware of her femininity. As a tomboy, she'd always been comfortable around guys ... her brothers, their friends, even many of her own friends were guys. Hell, even her roommates were guys. And although guys had found her attractive in the past, she'd never been a girly girl who knew how to flirt and act sexy.
She'd learned how to act for her sex decoy job; but for that, it was more important to be able to engage a man in conversation and have some shared interests than to be overtly flirtatious.
But sitting there with Zach, his eyes on her in that frankly appreciative way, lust clearly outlined in his handsome features, she felt so much like a girl. Her skin was sensitive and aware; she lifted a hand to her hair and flipped it behind her shoulder seductively. Her breasts lifted as she took a long, slow breath in. They felt full, the nipples hard, aching to be touched. And she knew that rush of warmth low in her tummy had dampened her panties. She shifted in her seat and saw his eyes darken as he watched her.
His hand turned hers over, and he covered her palm with his other hand, his fingers lightly touching her. She licked her lips and, when she looked up from their joined hands to his eyes, she saw him watching her mouth intently. She melted even more.
"I should get going,” she said. Her stomach tightened. She'd had so much fun tonight. More fun than she'd had in ...
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Chapter Six
She played to win. The first time they'd played, yeah, she'd let him win, wanting to stroke his ego that night. Tonight, she had no intention of throwing the game.
But damn, he was good! She could only watch in helpless admiration as he kicked her butt in their second game. And he looked so good doing it. The muscles and tendons in his strong brown forearms corded as he held the cue, his long fingers sexy as they rested lightly on the shaft. Her imagination pictured those fingers on her, and a delicious shiver ran down her spine. The determination in his eyes aroused her, and muscles flexed and rippled in his arms and shoulders when he shot. And his butt ... as he bent over the table, she had to take a deep breath when she saw how the faded denim of his jeans hugged his ass.
Despite her annoyance at losing, she had to smile at him as they hung up their cues.
"Good game,” he said, giving her that gorgeous eye-crinkling smile. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and changed the spikes to all different directions. It still looked good. She got very warm.
"Another beer?” he asked.
"Um...” She'd barely been able to choke down the first one, but she didn't want him to know she didn't like his beer.
"One more,” he said persuasively, and she nodded against her will.
The icy cold beer actually didn't taste so bad. She resisted the urge to hold the cold glass against her hot face.
They sat and talked, laughed and drank their beers. “I like watching you play pool,” Zach said with a wicked grin. She couldn't help but smile back at him, her eyes on his.
"Why is that?” she asked deliberately.
"You have a great ass.” His frankness took her breath away. His hot, dark gaze held her immobile in her seat.
"Well, thank you.” She smiled. “I've never heard that before."
"Bullshit,” he said. “I bet you hear that all the time. Actually, you're pretty gorgeous all over."
Her chest tightened as her breath caught and her heart thumped loudly. “So are you,” she whispered before she could stop herself. Their hands were resting on the table, and his slid forward and grasped hers. His skin was warm, his hand big and a bit rough. It was a very masculine hand, and she loved the feel of it. Desire hit her low in her tummy, and she felt her breasts swell a little. Yikes.
She could see desire in his eyes too. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. She was suddenly aware of her femininity. As a tomboy, she'd always been comfortable around guys ... her brothers, their friends, even many of her own friends were guys. Hell, even her roommates were guys. And although guys had found her attractive in the past, she'd never been a girly girl who knew how to flirt and act sexy.
She'd learned how to act for her sex decoy job; but for that, it was more important to be able to engage a man in conversation and have some shared interests than to be overtly flirtatious.
But sitting there with Zach, his eyes on her in that frankly appreciative way, lust clearly outlined in his handsome features, she felt so much like a girl. Her skin was sensitive and aware; she lifted a hand to her hair and flipped it behind her shoulder seductively. Her breasts lifted as she took a long, slow breath in. They felt full, the nipples hard, aching to be touched. And she knew that rush of warmth low in her tummy had dampened her panties. She shifted in her seat and saw his eyes darken as he watched her.
His hand turned hers over, and he covered her palm with his other hand, his fingers lightly touching her. She licked her lips and, when she looked up from their joined hands to his eyes, she saw him watching her mouth intently. She melted even more.
"I should get going,” she said. Her stomach tightened. She'd had so much fun tonight. More fun than she'd had in ...
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