His Innocent Seduction. Clare Connelly

at the contact, yearning for more.

      I don’t bother to hide my watchfulness as he crosses to the wall and pulls out a different length cue.

      He strikes the ball and sinks two of his own in the pockets. I pull a face. ‘You’re not going to go easy on me, huh?’

      He grins. ‘Would you want me to?’

      I shake my head. My pulse pounds through me.

      ‘You might be inexperienced, Millie, but something tells me you’re a quick learner.’

      My heart races at his double entendre. ‘Why do you say that?’

      He moves around the table and frames his next shot. ‘Am I wrong?’

      I watch as he leans forward, looking like a pro pool player. He taps the ball lightly this time and it saunters across the table top, convincing a solid colour to tip into the corner with a lazy nudge.

      ‘No.’

      He smiles at me, and then comes around to my side. ‘Want to play my next shot?’

      ‘Sure.’

      ‘Which ball would you aim for?’

      Two of his are near pockets. I choose one at random.

      ‘Let’s try it.’ He waits for me to take up a place on the edge of the table then hands me his cue. His body wraps around mine and we lean forward. The angle is difficult and, in order to get close, I have to flatten myself across the table. He matches me, his chest against my back, the pool table hard beneath me.

      His weight on me is a pleasure and a distraction.

      ‘Ready?’

      ‘Uh huh.’ The sound emerges as a thick whisper.

      ‘Good.’ His hand curves around my butt cheek. ‘Just spread your legs a bit wider.’

      I shoot him a look over my shoulder; he’s watching me intently.

      ‘It gives you better stability.’

      I arch a brow.

      ‘I’m serious.’

      ‘Okay.’ I do as he suggested, stepping my feet out. His hand, on my butt, curves around to my front. I hold my breath, the cue unsteady in my fingertips now. He finds the top of my jeans and begins to unzip them, slowly.