Page 20 of Campus Heat

Jenna gave me a wink, and we returned to our game. She reset the table and decided that she would be the one to break. I was happy with it because I needed a moment to regain my composure. Being that close to Ethan was affecting me in ways it shouldn’t have.

I took a couple of deep breaths as Jenna made her first shot. My attention should’ve been on the game. I wanted it to be on the game but just as I bent down to shoot, Ethan came through behind me, drinks in hand. His hips grazed against my ass, stealing my breath. I knew he didn’t do it intentionally, but it was torture either way. I didn’t know if I wanted more of him or less.

Jenna gave me a wicked smile. “Damn, this place is getting really crowded. It’s impossible to move without touching someone.”

I shot, and failed miserably. My ball bounced instead of giving me the smooth roll I was aiming for.

“I don’t know what’s worse,” I said, mostly to myself. “The fact that my game is so bad or that I’m painfully aware of the guys sharing the pool table next to us.”

“Maybe you should go over and give Ethan some lessons,” Jenna teased. “He’s just sitting there. Maybe he doesn’t know how to play.”

I didn’t want that. I was very happy with us keeping to ourselves. It was supposed to be a girl’s night, and that was exactly what I needed. Yet, I could feel his eyes roaming over my body. His gaze had been on me since they arrived, and it made me feel… overwhelmed. Like I was overheating for no good reason.

“We need more aggression!” Lucas shouted, as he slammed his fist into the table.

Ethan got up, looking slightly annoyed, and grabbed a cue. He walked past me to find the right spot, and for a brief moment his hand grazed mine.

“If we hit them harder, they won’t want to tackle us,” Lucas continued.

“You can hit on me as hard as you want,” Jenna said with a wink.

I was mortified. I couldn’t believe she would brazenly flirt with Lucas while he was trying to get the guys to understand the game plan he had in mind. It was a bit much, especially because she hadn’t stopped teasing me since they arrived.

In my best attempt to avoid the whole situation, I bent down for my next shot. Just as I pulled back for the hit, Ethan did the same. He bumped into me, making me lose my focus.

“I’m so sorry,” Ethan said, getting back up. “I wasn’t paying attention to what was happening behind me. Please, take your shot.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “You can go first.”

He shook his head. “Ladies always have the right of way.”

Oh, that was bad. If it were any other day, I’d be confident to take the shot in front of him, but with my game being so off that day, it was the last thing I wanted to do. I was already embarrassed by my performance, and I didn’t need him to add fuel to that fire. He wasn’t going to back down, though. I could see it in his eyes.

So I bent down again and lined up my cue. As I pulled back, Ethan leaned down over me, and put his hand on my hip.

“Do you mind if I help you?” he asked. His hot breath against my ear sent a shiver down my spine.

I shook my head, relieved by the offer. I needed to win at least one game if I wanted to keep my reputation intact. Ethan kicked my legs apart a little and moved closer. His growing erection pressed against my ass while his hand slowly moved up my body. He gently took my elbow and pulled it out a little, while his other hand moved to correct my fingers. Then both hands moved down again and rested on my hips. He tilted my body slightly as he looked over my shoulder.

“Try now,” he whispered.

I pulled back, and he groaned softly as my body moved into his. The shot fired, the ball pocketed while putting the next one in perfect alignment, but that was the last thing on my mind. I couldn’t focus while his fingers were digging into the skin of my hips. That was nothing compared to the desire I had burning through me, though. I wanted him to take me, right there on that table, and at that point I didn’t care if people were watching.

“Thank you,” I mumbled as I stood up.

He didn’t move. Instead, his hand followed the curves of my skin. “It’s my pleasure. I’ve been watching you play since I walked in, and you botched a lot of shots.”

“I’m not usually this bad,” I admitted.

“Is something distracting you?”

His fingers were grazing the edge of my crop top. They were so close to the bottom of my breasts that a little slip would put them exactly where I wanted them to be. His other arm had wrapped around my waist, and held me against him. It was the kind of closeness I’d yearned for but never thought we’d share.

“You could say that.”

His erection pulsed, and he quickly pulled away from me. I was disappointed, but when I looked up, I could see that he was just as shocked by what happened as I was.

“I need to get back to my table. Cam is waiting for me,” he said, before vanishing into the crowd.