Page 76 of Revelry
She stood up, pulling me with her and patting down her tousled curls. She still held my hand, linking our fingers and I gaped down at my huge hand dwarfing hers, thinking how right they looked together.
“Now what?” I rasped.
“I can kick your ass at pool?”
I scoffed. “You can try.”
She laughed and tugged me over to the pool table and flicked on the overhead light, bathing the table in a soft glow. I watched as she racked the balls, her delicate fingers rearranging them deftly, her teeth sank into her lip in concentration.
I wanted her teeth sinking into my shoulder as I fucked her.
“Shall we make it interesting?” I asked softly.
Her gaze snapped to mine, twinkly in the low light. “I’m listening.”
“Strip pool.”
She pressed a hand to her chest. “Why Tate Wilder, I do believe I’ve officially corrupted you.”
I barked out a laugh at her demure fluttering of lashes.
“I don’t know, Tate.” She chalked up her cue which was tiny, just the perfect size for her. I sized up the others, selecting a longer one for my reach.
“Why not?”
“You have me at a disadvantage,” she huffed, pointing to her dress.
Exactly,my brain answered. “For every single item of clothing you take off, I’ll take off two. How about that?”
She nibbled her lip again. “Okay, deal.”
“Deal,” I repeated.
She swanned over to me, squeezed herself between the pool table and me, her hair brushing my face.
“But Tate, hear me now, you’re going to lose and I can’t wait to see you naked,” she murmured, stroking her nails over my chest and popping open one of my shirt buttons.
She spun and bent forward, pressing her ass into my crotch and began sizing up the break. I leaned forward, our height difference making it easy to cover her body and whispered in her ear, “Sugar, I’ll have you out of that dress so fast, your head will spin.”
I felt her shiver beneath me and fought a groan as I buried my face in her hair. I knew I was playing with fire but where Gertrude was concerned, I would willingly get burned just to touch her once more. The memory of our kisses and her breathy moans as she orgasmed had haunted me.
I didn’t want a memory, I wanted the real thing.
Her arm pulled back and I heard the crack of the balls and watched as they splintered off in all directions and she sank one. I backed off, giving her some room and she turned to me slowly, a devilish look in her eye. “Do I get to pick which items of clothing you lose first?”
I grunted. “If you want.”
“I want your shirt, big boy, then your boots.”
I smirked down at her, maintaining eye contact as I slowly popped open all the buttons and slipped my shirt off my shoulders, tossing it to her. Her eyes roved over my chest, blatantly eyeing me up and my poor cock wept at the sight.
“You’ve gotten smug awful quickly, sugar,” I purred as I kicked off my boots. Then nudged her to the side. I took my cue and lined up a shot. I potted four balls before turning to her. There was a wild look in her eyes and I prowled over, not breaking eye contact.
I stopped right in front of her, peering down and her mouth popped open as I used one finger to unhook the first button on her dress.
“Lose it,” I demanded, the beast in me ready to play with his prey.
Her throat bobbed in a swallow before she unbuttoned and then spread the dress open. My mouth dried as I took in her black satin bra with her breasts spilling over the top and matching black panties. I closed my eyes, my nostrils flaring as I tried to rein in my urges. Only now was the perfect time to give in to them. She shifted nervously on the spot, but I didn’t miss the way she stared at my chest. I dropped my cue and crowded her against the table.
