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Three hours later, my tongue is sticking out of the side of my mouth as I concentrate on landing in the highest numbered hole.
“I like the way you handle them balls.” Marco winks at me after I toss a skee ball up the ramp forcefully, barely making it into anything other than the gutter lane.
Casually I say, “Yeah, I’m a pro.” I cock my head to the side before I lock eyes with him. “If you play your cards right, I’ll show you my tricks later.”
I wink back at him before I turn back to toss another ball. He’s laughing at my side when I make it into the gutter again.
We’ve played almost every game in this arcade. We’ve laughed, we’ve teased, we've eaten greasy food and sweets — and then ate some antacids from my purse because our bodies made itvery clearwe’re not eighteen anymore — all with no worries on our minds.
I’d like to say that I did kick his ass all over this place, but sadly, I did not. Damn if I haven’t had the best time trying though.
We decided to end our night with skee ball. The one with the most tickets will be crowned the winner of the night. I know it’s not going to be me, but the best part of marriage is that what’s his is mine, so I’ll win anyway.
“I’ve got five more balls,” I shout over the noises of the arcade and the cheers of other adults acting like kids again, “and I’m going to sink them into the one hundred hole every time!”
“Not a chance,” he says as he pokes me in the ribs, causing me to drop the ball before I even have a chance to get it on the ramp.
“Cheater!!” I shake my head at him. “Wow, love, you really are a sore loser,” I say as I pick up the ball from the floor and take aim again.
He snickers next to me, so I pause to give him stink eyes before tossing the ball. Apparently, I’m not as intimidating as I thought, because he just throws his head back in laughter.
“Hey!! You threw me off and it went in the gutter again,” I whine playfully.
He steps up behind me and brings his front flush to my back before he whispers in my ear, “Maybe you’re the one that needs a lesson in ball handling after all.”
Between our bodies flows a heat that shifts the mood completely. He bends around me to pick up a ball from the holder, then places it in my right hand and curves his hand over mine. I lean back into him and sigh quietly as I stare up at him with doe eyes.
“Like this,” he breathes before he draws our hands back and sends the ball up the ramp.
I don’t see the ball though; all I see is the longing in his hazel eyes that has captivated me and won’t let go. Goosebumps spread on my skin and my core throbs as the air between us crackles. We’ve left the silly games behind us now…
I look up in time to see the ball land in the one hundred pocket and then I turn back around as he licks his bottom lip. My mouth parts in anticipation as my breathing picks up.
His lips come to mine in slow motion and my eyes fall close as I get lost in the sweet taste of his tongue. He kisses me with the hunger of a starved man as the pulse between my legs grows wildly.
DING! DING! DING!
We’re brought back to the arcade as we hear the alarm bells of a game going off behind us.
Taking a deep breath and stepping away from me, he says, “Let’s cash in these tickets and get the hell out of here.”
He takes my hand, and we go to the prize room. While we pick out stickers, finger traps, key chains, and mini slinkies for the kids, his eyes dart to mine and he bites his bottom lip. The delicious torture makes me squeeze my legs together tighter to release some of the pressure.
We finally get in the truck after what feels like forever, and he peels out of the parking lot. As he speeds down the sleepy streets of our town, I run my fingers over his thigh. Roaming from the swell in his pants back down to his knee and back up again as he stifles a groan.
We pull into our driveway, hurry out of the truck, and race into the kitchen.
“Pants. Off. Now,” he barks as I drop the goodie bag on the kitchen counter.
I kick my tennis shoes off, then pull my leggings down and yank my T-shirt over my head while he watches on like a hunter stalking his prey.
His jaw practically hits the floor as I stand tall in the new rose pink lace panties and bra I bought for tonight.
“What are those?” he whispers.
I giggle while turning from side to side for his viewing pleasure. “You like?”
With only a grunt as his reply, he hurries out of all his clothes and drops them on the kitchen floor next to mine. He stalks towards me, lifts me up, and bends me over his shoulder fireman style to carry me to the couch.
