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The top of her cheeks go pink at her confession but I reply, “You can do whatever you like with me right now, Em.”
I pull her even closer, so our hips meet. I know she can feel my growing erection against her lower stomach because her eyes flare at the new pressure. I want her to know how much being this close to her is turning me on. I need her to know how sexy she is.
Keeping one hand wrapped around the back of my neck, she uses the other to lift my cap off my head and place it behind her on the pool table, then brings her empty hand back to smooth out my hair. “Is it as bad as I think it is?” I ask, aware that hat-hair is not the best look.
She just smiles and says, “It’s softer than I was expecting, I thought with the way you styled it that it would be crunchy.”
“I’m glad you like it.” I grin. We stare at each other again, as if sizing up an opponent, neither of us wanting to give away how we feel.
Fuck it.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” I state.
The two words that come out of her mouth are the best words I have ever heard in my entire life.
“Yes, please.”
Chapter eleven
Emily
“Yes, please,” I whisper. And Jack’s mouth is on mine.
The kiss starts slowly as if teasing, trying to get a feel of each other. His lips are soft and plump. The pressure of his hands on my hips doesn’t let up at all, if anything it increases as he squeezes.
I open my mouth for his tongue to enter and at the first pass of it against mine it is like a wild animal is released from Jack. He backs me up against the pool table and I am trapped between the hard wood at the back of my thighs and his hard strength at my front. He pulls me in even tighter, and I can feel his erection pushing against his jeans. My God, if that’s how big it feels enclosed, I can’t wait to see it out of his pants. He strokes his hands around my hips to cup my backside and I can’t help the small whimper that comes out of me. He groans in the back of his throat, either at the sound I’ve just made or the two fists full of my arse he’s so keenly keeping hold of.
He tastes like peppermint. Like he has been secretly chewing gum all evening just in case he got this chance. And hell, do I like the thought of him prepping to kiss me. I meet each stroke of his tongue with my own. Fuck, he’s a good kisser. Strong and dominant but also waiting for my cues before doing something that I might not becomfortable with. If this kiss is anything to go by, he will be incredible in bed. There is no point lying to myself anymore, not during a kiss this good. I want to fuck him.
Yes, I may have used the oldest trick in the book to get him to get up close to me whilst we were playing pool but hey, it worked.
The more I’ve got to know him this evening, the more I’ve thought, why not? He is nice and respectful, he’s unbelievably hot and now this kiss! I don’t think I could find a better rebound.
I pull back slightly to tell him to take me home. My arms are wrapped around his neck, one hand has made it to the back of his head to tangle with the short soft strands there. I stare at his chest and watch it rise and fall fast, matching my own as our shallow breaths tangle together. Neither of us are able to catch our breath. His lips are swollen and wet and I want to take them with mine again. The way he is looking at me sends a shiver down my spine. The desperation in his eyes. He looks like he wants to devour me right here on this pool table, and boy, do I want him to.
“HEY!” We both jump and turn towards the shout. “Where the hell do you get off videoing people kissing, are you some kind of pervert!?” The landlady is pointing at the couple who were on the pool table before us. The girl is fumbling with her phone as if to try and hide what she has been doing.
I gasp and turn away, shielding my face with my hands. No, no, no! How could we have been so fucking careless. Of course, people are going to recognise a 6-foot-4, tattooed God with bright orange hair! I shake my head in my hands.Idiot.
Jack still has hold of my bum, but when he sees my dismay, he drops me as if I’m on fire. He walks towards the couple and holds out his hand, “Give me your phone.” His voice is low and commanding.
“I’ve already deleted it, I promise!” I hear the girl’s panicked voice. God, she can’t be older than nineteen, there’s no way she’d understand the ramifications. She probably would have just posted it to her social media like ‘look who I saw getting off with some girl in the pub’ and all her friends will have had a laugh about it, cooing about how hot Jack is. Then a tabloid that’s following anything with Jack’s name on it would find the video and I’d be all over the gossip columns before we even get home.
“Okay, I believe you, but can I just check?” Jack replies with a lot less bite than his previous demand. The girl unlocks her phone and hands it to him, whatever he sees must pass his inspection because he thanks her and offers her and her boyfriend a picture without me in it. They happily take one and leave the pub with big grins on their faces whispering about how cool Jack Cartwright is.
Jack makes his way back over to me where I have settled myself back at our original table, abandoning our pool game. “Sorry about that,” he sighs and slides into his seat across from me. His gaze roams up and down my body, finishing at my face, trying to get a read on how I’m feeling about the situation.
My reply is supposed to be carefree and un-bothered, but my, “It’s not your fault,” is much flatter than I wanted. I smile to try and reassure him, but I know it doesn’t really reach my eyes. It’s not his fault at all, if anything, it’s mine. I wanted to take his cap off so I could see him properly and if anyone ever suspects they have seen him, the hair is a dead giveaway.
I know how famous he is, and I knew we weren’t completely alone here; I just got caught up in the moment and let myself get carried away. He is an incredible kisser though, so who can blame me?
We were having such a good night and this has thrown me off kilter a bit. I’m just not used to any kind of attention, let alone being filmed whilst having a hot and heavy make out session. That’s just weird.
Fuck, it was hot, and I was about to tell him to take me home and fuck me until the sun came up.What was I thinking?Please officer, I was tricked by his cheeky smile and kind eyes.
A rebound with Jack would be a cool story to tell my friends one day… And it’s not like he wouldn’t know what he was doing. The way he gripped my hips tells me everything I need to know about how he would grip me when he was inside me.
I sigh. Whatever I decide, staying here, in this pub, feels wrong now. “Take me home?” I ask Jack, still unsure if I want him to leave me there or to come inside with me.
