Page 51 of Look What You Made Me Do

A second or two passed before she answered and even then, she only managed a breathy kind of, “Mmm.”

“Let’s do it together,” Jake suggested, his voice husky.

She shifted against him slightly, bringing his crotch into full contact with her ass, causing his breath to practically strangulate in his throat.

His voice a veritable rumble now, he murmured, “Pull back. Then drive the tip of the cue into the center of the ball.”

He punched the cue’s tip into the white and it sailed down the table, hitting the cluster with a resounding smack, sending the balls flying around the table in a satisfying spider’s web of color.

Which was their cue to move – but neither of them did.

Balls careened crazily around their joined hands, narrowly missing them but they didn’t move. They were still standing plastered together as the balls eventually settled, the air heavy with anticipation.

She pushed back into him then, her butt cheeks grinding against the full force of his arousal, dragging a groan from the depths of his soul.

“Ella.”

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Ella’s nipples hardened to tight points at the thick, rough edge to Jake’s voice. She was aware of him like never before. His lungs expanding, his pulse thumping against her back, the hard ridge beneath his zipper pressed into her ass.

She’d taken none of his lesson in since he’d pressed himself against her. Nor the wonderful randomness or the mathematical possibilities as the balls had bounced and collided, spiraling off each other like fireworks squirming into the night.

She was only aware of him. And the urge to rotate her hips like she was… on heat. An urge that apparently could not be denied as she involuntarily pressed into him, gasping as he slid hard against all her sensitive places.

“Fuck,” he ground out, his hand shifting from the cue to her hip, gripping firmly.

Ella dragged in air thick as soup. What was she doing? This was all kinds of crazy. If they didn’t stop this now it would be unstoppable.

Dredging up her last ounce of resistance, Ella straightened. He straightened with her, easing back a little as she turned. But he was still close enough to touch, his body pumping off heat and pheromones that were muddling her senses.

“I shouldn’t.” Ella shook her head as she drew in a husky breath. “We shouldn’t.” She looked into his hooded green eyes. “We’re complicated. And we have to work together. I should get out of here.”

He nodded. “You should.”

But Ella didn’t move because it didn’t seem to matter how many times she told herself Jake was backward her body was screaming for his touch. For the magic she knew he had in his fingertips. For his mouth. For the rock of his hips.

She made one last appeal. “Please, just send me away.”

“Shit, Ella,” he muttered on a groan as he lifted a hand to cup her face. “I can’t.”

His head lowered then, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was out of control from the first touch. All she could do was hang on as it exploded around them, as his hands slid to her ass cheeks and lifted, setting her on the edge of the table before he stepped right between her legs.

She tore her mouth away, staring at him dazedly. His eyes were glazed and his chest was heaving air in and out like a bellows. He looked like she felt, so goddamn lust-drunk and confounded she was almost overwhelmed by the rawness of it all.

But then he swooped again and her pulse ratcheted up as his tongue tangoed with hers and somehow, she was falling back, and he was joining her, pushing balls out of the way as they went. Ella whimpered as his lips left hers but then they were at her neck and at that spot behind her ear, then licking along her collar bone.

He straightened and she almost mewed at the loss of him but his eyes were hazy with lust as he looked at her, the overhead lamp putting her squarely in the spotlight. His breath falling in rough pants, he placed a hand on her belly and the muscles beneath leaped at the touch. His hand moved then, pushing at the hem of the jersey.

Up, up, up.

Exposing her stomach then her belly button then her ribs and further still until her breasts were exposed, his gaze zeroing in on her nipples, hard as nickels.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his eyes hot as they roved over every inch of her bare flesh. “I want to lick you all over.”

Ella’s stomach clenched at the naked desire in his gaze and part of her wanted to arch her back and yank him closer. But the other part wanted to lick him all over too and there were way too many clothes between them.

Her pulse tripping, she curled up, whisking the jersey off her head and throwing it on the ground. As far as she was concerned it was just one more thing in her way.

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