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shot.
    The balls scattered again, and three more slid into pockets. He had no idea what he’d just done. All he knew was how incredible she felt pressed against him. He dropped the cue but didn’t pull away.
    “You’ve gotten better,” she said
    “I tried to get a little practice in.” His hand settled under hers.
    He should move. Put some distance between them. Her heat seeped into all his senses, pushing past frustration and demons and awkwardness, and driving straight to his dick. Fuck. Riley had always been touchy-feely, but this pushed buttons he never realized he had.
    In a single motion, he twisted from her touch, spun, and grabbed her wrists before she could pull away. She locked her gaze on his—eyes wide and shocking blue. When she licked her bottom lip, any words he had evaporated, lost in his desire to dip in and taste her.
    “What’s wrong?” Though her question was soft, it stood out among all the background noise. Distinct and tempting.
    The few faint snatches of reason left in his head pointed out he didn’t want to go down this road with Riley. She deserved better than a hard-on-fueled fuck-fest in the back of his truck. She deserved better than him.
    He dragged the reminder to the front of his thoughts and forced his voice to remain firm. “I know we said the other day that what happened while I was gone is done and over—the past is in the past, sex ruins friendships, all that—so this is fair warning. You’re entirely too tempting to ignore, when you do things like press your body against me.”
    That should have been that. He expected her to pull away, maybe refuse to look him in the eye, and then they’d find a new comfortable middle ground.
    Instead, she shifted her weight, rubbing her frame against him. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
    Fuck, fuck, fuck .
    There was no way she didn’t feel how hard he was, his cock digging into her hip. Impulse surged through him. The need to bend her over the pool table, regardless of how crowded the place was, pin her hands above her head, and drive inside her. “It is, if you meant what you said the other night.”
    She didn’t struggle against his grip, even when it tightened enough for his fingers to dig into her skin. A flush spread over her face, and her pupils dilated. “Do you really think the cyber stuff was a mistake?”
    He swallowed. How the hell was he supposed to answer that? “I never said that.”
    “You implied it.”
    He forced the gears in his brain to unstick—to push past her soft scent, her gentle curves, her skin against his. “Neither one of us wants to get attached,” he said.
    “I never said anything about getting attached.” The corner of her mouth pulled up in a mischievous smile, and she broke one hand away from him. She trailed down the chain around his neck, grasped his dog tags, and tugged lightly.
    “You don’t want to go down this road.”
    “I do. Tell me you’re not interested, and I’ll never mention it again. No hurt feelings.” Her lips hovered centimeters from his, obliterating reason.
    Pinning her down. Running his hands over her body. Experiencing in person the moans that drove him wild over the phone. If she were involved in a no-strings non-relationship with him, maybe she’d think harder about falling for the next doorknob that came along.
    Logic argued that didn’t make sense.
    He gagged logic and shoved it in a mental closet. “What about sex ruining friendship?”
    She hesitated, but her confidence flooded back quickly. “I promise it’s just sex, and so do you. I trust you, so if you say it, I’ll believe you.”
    Seemingly from nowhere, someone collided with Riley, and beer spilled over her top. Zane let go, as she gasped and jerked back, her hands flying up. The booze soaked her pale shirt, suctioning it to her body so it clung to every curve. Zane struggled to pull his gaze from her tight form, full breasts, and rigid nipples, visible through the lace of her