Love Revolution (Black Cat Records Shakespeare Inspired trilogy) by Michelle Mankin Read Free Book Online Page B

decisive crack, the four ball went straight into the center pocket.
    “Whoa. Good shot, man,” Keith acknowledged.
    “Thanks,” Chris replied, looking first at Keith and then at Sara. He held her gaze and watched her visibly swallow. Smiling smugly, he chalked his stick and turned back to the table. He was getting that kiss. In short order, he then proceeded to hole every remaining shot like he was in some kind of zone. Danny never even got a chance back at the table.
    “Way to clean up, dude,” JR told Chris.
    Sara took Danny and Keith’s handwritten IOU’s, folding the pieces of paper into tiny squares and tucking them into her pocket before looking up. Chris casually leaned back against the pool table while he stared intently at her, eyes gleaming, a hungry lion ready to pounce. She gulped, her heart beating wildly knowing she was the prey. She might not be able to handle him quite as easily as she’d previously thought.
    Tossing her hair over her shoulder, Sara crossed over to him, stopping when her cowboy boots touched the tip of his steel toed boots. Gaze tangled with his, she felt him slowly slide his IOU into her pocket. She licked her dry lips.
    Chris’ entire body thrummed with anticipation as Sara leaned in, her lush curves almost touching him. She smelled like spring water scented bath gel and the heat of her arced across the limited space between them, inflaming his senses. He had to grip the edge of the table to keep from touching her. When he felt her hands skim against the sides of his waist, his breath caught. She didn’t embrace him, though, instead, she slid her hands down into the back pockets of his jeans. Palming his ass, she drew him closer. Holy shit . Suddenly there was no more space between them at all, just her softness and his…hardness.
    Sara stilled, every nerve ending exploded with heat. The taut outline of Chris’ backside in her hands felt divine. She could feel every tantalizing inch of him. Watching him watch her was a huge turn on. Her heart thundered so loudly surely Chris could hear as well as feel it. She took in a ragged breath of spice scented air and imagined tasting his hot cinnamon laced tongue in her mouth. Her pulse ratcheted up in response to her thoughts . Chris’ gaze lowered to her lips, and his brown eyes took on a sultry hue. Crap, I’d better make this quick before I end up making a total fool of myself.
    As soon as her lips touched his, her plan for a short brief kiss flew out the window. He slanted his head and moved his mouth in a way that left no doubt to who was really in charge. The guy could teach an advanced course in the art of kissing. His lips were warm and smooth against hers, hypnotic and seductive. She parted her lips, swallowing the deep moan that echoed her own. She wanted to surrender to her passion and let him do whatever he willed.
    Too much.
    Too intimate.
    Too intense.
    Frightened, Sara ended the kiss, blinking rapidly. Surrender… to Chris Alex… Oh. Hell. No. She’d only ever called one man her lover, and she wasn’t going to risk being hurt like that ever again. The experience had taught her to bury her desires deep down beneath layer after protective layer, but Chris threatened to break through them all at this moment.
    Ripping her hands out of his pockets, she took a step back. Her knees were weak but she managed the movement without stumbling. One step. Two. She gasped for air, noticing that many of the players at the other pool tables had stopped to watch. Making a big production, she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and stared at Chris. “Had way better,” she lied, relieved that her voice came out sounding even, “like kissing your grandpa.”
    Chris raised a brow. Without taking his eyes off of her, he pushed away from the table. “Yeah, a little disappointing for me too, Sweetheart, but it’s for charity so I won’t embarrass you and ask for a refund.”
    “You know what I think, Sara?” JR interjected