The bartender grinned. “You’re slurring.”
“Told you,” Riley said.
One by one, the Diamond employees left the bar. After the last waitress walked out, Sam stumbled to her feet and locked up, then turned to Riley and said, “Pool table.”
He raised his brows. “What about it?”
“We’re going to have sex on it.”
One brow soared up to his forehead. “Are you serious?”
“Oh yeah.” She swayed over to the table and hopped up so she was sitting on the edge of the green felt.
Riley crossed the room with purposeful strides. “You realize anybody who walks past the front window will see us?”
“So?”
He parted her knees with his hands and pressed his denim-clad lower body against her. “Is this a fantasy of yours or something?”
“Mmm-hmmm.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed his butt. “The first time I saw you, you were shooting pool at this table. I wanted you, right then and there.”
His thumb traced the line of her jaw. “You should’ve taken me.”
“I tend to procrastinate,” she replied with a sigh.
His fingers skipped down her chin and toyed with the silver pendant dangling around her neck. He played with the little letter “B” on the chain, looking curious. “What does the B stand for?”
“Bethany—my mom’s name. This necklace belonged to her.” She smiled. “I think she would have liked you, you know.”
He gave a rueful shake of his head. “I’m about to sleep with you on a pool table. She would’ve hated me.”
Sam laughed. “Naah. Mom liked the bad boys as much as I do.”
“So you think I’m a bad boy, huh?”
Before she could answer, he slipped his hand underneath her floral-print skirt and tugged at her panties. The silk slid down her legs and, a second later, his finger slid into her.
She moaned.
“Well, you’re right, I am,” he murmured. He wiggled his finger around, chuckling when she whimpered. “Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
She could barely keep her head up as Riley moved his finger in and out of her. That drunk, giddy feeling buzzing through her mingled with the thrill of being fingered on the pool table, ten feet from the window where any passersby could see them.
With one hand, Riley pulled down the neckline of her top and exposed her bra. She quickly unclasped the front hook for better access. He dipped his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking her hard, biting her sensitive flesh until she let out a cry of pleasure that bordered on pain.
“God, I want you,” he mumbled into her breast, continuing to tease her pussy with his finger.
She opened her mouth to give a breathy comeback, but an orgasm suddenly ripped through her, catching her completely by surprise. “Riley,” she moaned as she bucked into his probing fingers.
She struggled to catch her breath, but he robbed the oxygen right out of her lungs again when he pushed his pants down and shoved his rock-hard dick inside her. The felt of the pool table scratched her bottom, but she didn’t give a damn.
This was what sex was supposed to be like. Out of control. Wild. Just two people taking all the pleasure they could get from each other, groaning, gasping, driving each other over that orgasmic edge.
She felt him start to withdraw and clutched his bare ass, keeping him between her legs. “Come inside me,” she murmured. “I’m on the pill.” She dug her fingers into his firm buttocks. “I need to feel you come inside me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He thrust once, twice, then exploded inside her, squeezing her tits as he came.
Shuddering, he pressed his face in the curve of her neck. His two-day beard chafed her skin, but she liked it. With a sated little purr, she kissed him on the mouth and said, “We really should’ve done this two years ago.”
His hot breath fanned over her neck as he gently placed a kiss against her skin. When he pulled back, she saw the obvious distress in his eyes. “Sam, we really need to talk now.”
She twined her arms around his neck and nuzzled her face against his broad shoulder. “No. No talking.”
“It’s important.”
“Nothing can be more important than enjoying my last night in town.” She was startled to feel her eyes well up with tears. God, she never cried. Obviously the alcohol was making her emotional. Or maybe it was the thought of saying goodbye to Riley tomorrow.
He must have felt the moisture seep through his shirt, because he tilted her chin with one hand and brushed at her wet eyes with the other. “Hey, don’t cry,” he murmured. “I really don’t handle tears well.”