Chapters (30)
- To the Moon and Back
- Reviewers Love Melissa Brayden
- Praise for the Soho Loft Series
- By the Author
- Acknowledgments
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- Books Available From Bold Strokes Books
- BOLDSTROKESBOOKS.COM
Carly straightened. “What do you mean? I’ve always been told I have a great stance.”
“Because they’re probably looking at your ass.”
“Were you?” Carly asked playfully. Okay, she was also half serious because the combination of alcohol, the perfume, and the way Lauren had cut loose tonight had her in the friendly land of lust. She loved it in Lust Land, where she could frolic with anticipation, hope, and longing. God, if only Lauren would join her there, they could have a little fun while she was in town. Ride a few of the rides.
“Checking out your ass?” Lauren paused before answering, meeting Carly’s gaze. A ball of tension coiled tight and wonderful in Carly’s stomach, and she felt the slightest tingle between her legs. “Unfortunately, no. My mind was on the break shot.” She fluttered her eyelashes, which told Carly she left room for fibbing. “Now, about that stance.” Carly, always one to help, took up the position once again. “See your back arm?” Lauren asked. “It’s angled wrong, and it’s screwing up your shot line. Here.”
And before Carly could scream Hot damn! Lauren’s body was at her back and Lauren’s arms came around hers. “Well, hello,” she said to Lauren quietly.
“Hi,” Lauren said back. “Pay attention.”
“Trust me. I’m riveted.”
Lauren let that one go, too. “Level this back arm out so you can draw a perfect line between the cue ball and the front ball. That red one there, see?”
Carly nodded but was in no rush to take the shot, not with Lauren this close, turning Carly the hell on with the warmth from her body. She hadn’t been wrong about Lauren having a killer body. She could see it in her mind’s eye, the way it pressed against hers. The tingle from earlier was now a full-on throb, and she relished it.
“Ready?” Lauren asked quietly in her ear. Her breath tickled wonderfully.
“Ready,” Carly said. Lauren stepped back and allowed Carly to take the shot, which in the end came off perfectly. She nailed the front ball, sank another in the side pocket, and watched as the cue ball hung in the center of the table, just like Lauren had promised it would.