His voice was low and his chest rumbled with the base of it against me. I thought fleetingly of the pool table and the current absence of people. My stomach tightened around a flurry of hormonal butterflies. “Well that depends, you’re not talking about playing pool are you?”
“Ha, no.” His mouth captured mine, my body melting into him at the welcome contact. He worked slowly, kissing lightly along my check, languid gentle kisses. I closed my eyes enjoying the feel of it, the care behind it, not just the hunger. It was something more and it made the physical sensation immensely greater.
“Do you know what I’ve been thinking about all night?” He whispered against my ear between kisses.
“No,” I mumbled, my face feeling numb.
“You, naked on this pool table.” His tone was gruff and emoted just as much need as I felt surging through me. My fingers tightened their grip on the back of his shirt, a soft moan escaping me. My head lulled back as he moved his lips under my jaw and across my neck.
