Good as Gold Giltmaker 1 by Sarina Bowen

Author:Sarina Bowen [Bowen, Sarina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evil Eyes Publishing LLC

Confession: I am a stud at ping-pong. Most hockey players love it, and most teams have a table somewhere in the practice facility.

Except it turns out that Gavin is good too, so I don’t have to take it too easy on him. He holds his gorgeous body in a loose, wide-legged stance. And he seems to find the ball no matter where I put it.

Watching him parry the ball back to me does nothing to dampen the attraction I feel for him, either. I’d like to take that shapely jaw in hand, testing its lines against my fingertips. And I’d like to run my hands through his wavy blond hair.

The game is fun. Really fun. I win the first game, but just barely.

“You’re pretty good,” he says. And there’s that flirty smile again.

“I’m all right. My backhand is a little awkward tonight.”

“No it isn’t,” he argues. “Your backhand is fine, but the way you unwind it slows you down.”

I bark out a laugh. “Wait, really? What are you, a ping-pong guru?”

He shrugs. “I’ve taught tennis lessons. It’s kind of the same principle. Watch.”

Setting his paddle down, he moves around the table until he’s standing behind me. Then he reaches around my body to grasp my wrist—the one that’s holding the paddle. “So, the way you move your paddle is efficient.” He guides my arm to move into the backhand position.

His grip on my wrist is firm. He doesn’t do anything cheesy—like gratuitously stroking a thumb over my skin. But it doesn't matter. I like that firm grip. I want more of it on my body.

And suddenly I can picture it way too clearly. Those strong hands pulling my T-shirt over my head. And me, kissing that crooked smile off his face.

“…But you turn your body too much at the same time,” he says, briefly tapping one finger against my back. “Square your body to the table the whole time, so that when you leave the backhand position, the angle is still good.”

“Okay,” I say uselessly as he moves my arm again. But I’ve lost my train of thought completely.

“See what I mean?” Gavin asks.

Instead of answering, I turn my head to look over my shoulder at him. His face is just inches away, and his eyes widen slightly. Like he can’t believe I went there.

“You got any other tricks you want to show me?” I ask quietly.

The next few seconds seem to last forever. In the first place, I can’t believe I’m doing this. And Gavin is a little off-kilter, too. He’s clearly interested. But still, he hesitates.

I’m holding my breath now, afraid that he’ll turn me down. And also afraid that he won’t.

Slowly, he licks his lips, and drops my wrist. But he doesn’t step back. If anything, he leans a fractional degree closer. “Yeah,” he says under his breath. “I think I do.”

Well that got heated fast. Go me.

And I don’t ever do this. I must have lost my mind, picking up a guy in a bar where my team hangs out on the regular.

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