“How about a game of pool while we wait?”
She arches an eyebrow at me. “Only if you’ll teach me how to play.”
I grip my chest in mock shock. “You’ve never played pool? Have you been living under a rock your whole life? There’s really no other excuse.”
She shakes her head, and small curls of hair that brush the smooth line of her neck. “Can’t say I have.”
“What did you do during college for fun?” I tease. I immediately regret the question. It came out far too flirtatious and despite my intense attraction toward this girl, I’m not ready to go there. Not because of her and Clay—at least, not just because of her and Clay. But because Jessa is the kind of woman who deserves a whole heart. And I’m not sure that’s something I can ever give anyone again.
I lead her to the billiard room and hand her a pool cue. I set up the balls as she watches with a critical eye.
“Why don’t you try a break?” I ask. “Unless you’re scared?”
Shit. Can’t stop flirting with her even when I try.
She gives me a look of mock outrage. “I’m not scared of you or your big stick.”
My jaw drops and she laughs, clearly teasing me. She bends over to hit the cue ball. I walk around the pool table as she lines up her shot. Beautiful or no, I don’t want to be on the other side of the pool table when she is trying to break.
She tries to hit the ball, and her cue slides off. A sexy, frustrated growl escapes her lips and she starts to line up the shot again.
“Because you’re new, this is the only time you get to try again. I’m a nice guy, I’ll let you.”
She glances over her shoulder at me. “You’ll let me? Try and stop me, big guy.”
Damn me if she isn’t flirting with me, too.
I lean over her and grip the stick, silently sliding her hands into the places where they should be on the cue. The front of my body molds perfectly against her back. And it takes all of my self-control I have not to push my dick into her ass.
“Like that,” I murmur into her ear. Lined up properly, with some brief instructions for me on how to hit the ball, she manages to make a decent break. Darn right brilliant for a first-timer.
She jumps up and down and screams, “Yes!” Then she t
urns and jumps into my arms and hugs me. “Did you see that?”
I know she’s happy about her break, but I can’t seem to release her when she steps back from the hug and looks up at me. The tension in the room tightens into an almost physical thing as our eyes meet. And then I lean down and kiss her.
Her lips are soft, so soft, but not pliant. The second my tongue dips between them, she’s kissing me back. What starts as something gentle, quickly twists into anything but.
She slides her hands up my chest, then wraps her arms around my neck. Her tongue matches mine thrust for thrust. I pull her close, feeling the fullness of her breasts against my chest. My dick is painfully hard, and I want nothing more than to bury myself inside of her.
She moans into my mouth, and I pick her up and set her on the edge of the pool table. Her legs wrap around my waist, and the urge flares to take her here, now.
No. I have to take it slow. Even though it’s been so goddamn long. I break our kiss and move to her neck. She moans and pulls my shirt out of my jeans, and her warm hands slide against my bare stomach.
Still kissing her neck, I cup her breast with one hand, feeling the weight of it. Then I slide my hand down over her flat stomach. Unable to resist, I move into her shorts.
A slight gasp on her lips, and she stills. I cup her mound, and then slide her underwear to the side. Like a deer in the eyes of a predator, she seems afraid to move. I hesitate, and she nuzzles my neck.
I slide my finger tip over her sensitive clit, and she moans and pushes against me. I slide down further and dip my finger inside of her.
“Oh my God,” she whispers into my neck. “Trey.”
In that moment I’m certain of it. I’ve never wanted anything so badly as I want to be inside this woman. Jessa. My Jessa.
I press my palm against her clit and rub the inside of her with my finger. She moans again, louder this time. She’s close, I can feel it in the way her tight walls hug my finger. In the way she’s moving against me, seeking her release.
The door slams. And we both jump.