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This week’s word prompt is “arm”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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He rounded the pool table until he was standing behind her. He laid one hand on her hip as he took the wrist holding the stick in the other. His touch left goose pimples all over her arm. Well, it left it all over the rest of her for that matter. He nudged her to lean over the table. A dirty fantasy popped briefly into her mind as she shivered.
Morgan was very aware of Rhett’s body tight to hers as he adjusted her hold on the cue. She could feel his chest rise and fall against her back. His hips fit against her ass like they belonged there. Her eyes widened. Was he hard?
She shook her head. She had to get it out of her mind. She wasn’t his type.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah. Just thinking. So how do I make this shot?”
His lips were against her ear. “Like this.”
Hooking the tip of the cue under the ball, he helped her thrust it forward. The simple motion rocked his body into hers then into the table. The white ball took its little hop over the other then struck one of Morgan’s. Hers didn’t get anywhere near the hole but she was out of danger of losing the game to him.
Losing her sanity? That was still on the table.
Rhett straightened himself and let her go. The first chance she got, Morgan scampered from his grasp. She scurried to the table where she left her ginger ale and downed what was left. Then she glanced back at him.
He smiled at her, a warm smile that turned her inside out. He chalked his cue slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. She licked her lower lip. She couldn’t help herself. The way he looked at her, she just wanted to kiss him so hard that it stole his breath. She could have sworn his grin grew wider.
She found him about to take his own life the day before. What she felt was an age-old desire she held deep in her core from the days she used to lust over him in his high school football uniform. Nothing more.
She sighed to herself. She needed to get control of herself now before she ended up with another broken heart.