Page 16 of One Snowy Seduction
“I don’t need—” Her words trailed off as he came in closer and leaned over her, extending his arm out to cover hers so he could help guide her shot.
“You don’t need what?” he asked, his lips just a few inches from her ear. “My help?”
Her answer was to wiggle her ass against his growing arousal and he almost lost his entire train of thought.
“Not at all,” she said. “Do you have some tips you’d like to give me?”
Oh, she knew he had a tip for her, but Kendrick was determined to play just as dirty as Teesha had begun to do. “You know I got you,” he replied and then nipped her ear with his teeth. He brushed his tongue over the spot and smiled when he heard her quick intake of breath. “You’re lined up just right,” he continued. “But if you miss this shot, you’ve gotta take these damn pants off.”
There was no hesitation. She nodded. “And if I make this shot, you drop your pants.”
His dick pulsed and pressed insistently against the curve of her ass. “Absolutely.”
With all the strength he could muster, he backed away and waited for her to take the shot. He had to force himself to watch the balls on the table and not the way she seemed to be spread across that table waiting for him to slip inside her. He grabbed his stick because he needed to do something with his hands, otherwise he wasn’t gonna be able to keep them off her until it was his turn to play again.
She made the shot and, as he’d expected, she missed. He almost jumped for joy but decided to at least try and play it cool. “Lose the pants, ma’am,” he told her.
Smirking, she leaned back from the table and placed her stick on top of it. She pushed the pants down her legs and stepped out of them. That left her wearing a black satin thong, that cropped shirt and those goofy socks. No matter how much he joked about the yellow and black socks, they didn’t detract from how sexy her ass looked in that thong.
“When I make this next shot—without your interference that is—I want that top off,” he told her and moved around to the other side of the table.
“Okay,” she said and picked up her stick again. “And when you miss, I want your pants off.”
“Oh.” He grinned while lust speared through his body like fireworks. “You got that,” he said.
Kendrick lined up his shot and missed.
She did a fist pump and grinned like she’d just hit the lottery and he happily pushed his pants down and off. He convinced himself that it was okay that he’d purposely misjudged that shot. If it meant he was one step closer to being inside her again, it was all good.
Eyeing him while he stood there naked, from the waist down, she asked, “You really go commando all the time or is this just a treat for me?”
There was nothing a man appreciated more than a woman who enjoyed looking at his body. And for Kendrick, after years of working with a trainer, eating the right amount of protein to add muscle to his slim build and to keep that new muscle toned, the desire he could see shading her eyes right now was the perfect reward. “Not all the time,” he told her, “but when I’m at home, just lounging around or ready for bed, I feel more comfortable without underwear. Is there a problem with that?” He knew there wasn’t so his comment was probably soliciting a compliment, but he didn’t care, as long as her gaze remained on him.
“Nah, no problem over here,” she said with a gracious smile. “Now, if I make my next shot, you’re playing pool in the buff,” she said as she walked around the table.
She’d just come close enough for him to reach out and touch her, so he took the opportunity. Lacing an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him. There was no denying or hiding his erection at this point but she didn’t seem to mind. “If you miss this next shot,” he said and laced his fingers beneath the thin band of her thong, “you’re taking these and your top off.”
“I’m not gonna miss.” It was a taunt and they both knew it.
She was just as eager to get naked as he was for her to lose the rest of those clothes. He could tell, not just by the way her eyes had darkened, but also in how easily she’d come to him. The way the hand that wasn’t holding her stick was rubbing over his chest and now she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth again. She’d done that while he was pumping inside her last night. It was a cute look, a wanton kinda look that had him ready to put her ass on this table and forget about this damn pool game.
“But if I make this shot…” She lifted a finger to his lips and he licked the tip before sucking inside. “Yessss, look at you already knowing what I want,” she continued. “If I make this shot, I want your tongue on me.”
He grasped her wrist and eased her finger from his mouth. Then he went in, touching his lips to hers for a brief second before letting his tongue slip inside. Kissing her was like drowning in pleasure. Desire completely engulfed him and he struggled to stay afloat, to keep himself grounded in the fact that this was just for the week. It was just because they were stuck here and didn’t have anything else to do. This wasn’t a prelude to forever.
She broke the kiss. “We playin’ or not?”
He wanted to scream he was through playing, but instead he grinned. “Yeah, we’re playin’.” And they were, he thought as he released her. They were playing with something Kendrick knew neither of them had anticipated. This passion that had instantly bloomed between them was the last thing on either of their minds, he knew that for a fact. But there was no denying that it was here, in full force. What had him concerned was what would happen at the end of this week, when the floodgates to pleasure they’d opened refused to be closed again?
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Kendrick’s taut naked ass was distracting. His thick veined dick jutting from his body as if calling directly to her was engaging as hell. More than hitting those pool balls were. That’s why she’d missed that last shot. Not because she wanted to take the rest of her clothes off so there would be no more barriers between them.
Okay, maybe that was a huge part of it too.
She was operating on pure desire now. She could accept that. If their earlier conversation about his ex-wife, Teesha’s break-up with Jazz and all the questions she had surrounding both, had lingered in her mind throughout the day, none of that mattered in this moment. Her fingers had only slightly trembled as she pulled down the zipper of her shirt and not because she was nervous. No, there was no uneasiness here. Anticipation, eagerness, expectation? Yes, all of the above.
“No bra tonight? You goin’ semi-commando just for me?” he asked after he’d pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and tossed it onto the floor.
