This time, she took my left hand first and brushed her lips over my knuckles before switching her attention to my right hand. Her eyes danced as she stared directly into mine and gave me an open-mouthed kiss in the middle of my palm. Until that second, I had no idea my hands were erogenous zones. White-hot desire shot from my palm, up my arm, into my chest, and down the center of my body to pool in my balls. Something in my expression must have tipped her off, because Chessly shot me a wicked grin before turning away to sashay over to retrieve her frisbee. When she deliberately bent at the waist to grab her disc, my eyes arrowed directly to her sweet ass, and my mouth watered. With her concentration on her next toss, I dropped a hand in front of my zipper and discreetly adjusted myself in my jeans.
On the next “hole,” she had some luck at last. Her toss bumped the post right at the top, knocking the little white ball to the ground. Sticking her hand out, she said, “That will be three kisses, I believe. Pay up.”
The games had begun as me teasing her, but this girl was a quick study, turning the tables on me so fast. I wrapped one arm around her waist, drawing her front flush with mine, and cradled the back of her head with the other, holding her right where I needed her. Her hands flew to my biceps, and she held her breath as she waited for where I’d kiss her first. After her antics on the last toss, my patience was shot, so I didn’t make her wait long.
Kissing that tiny divot in the middle of her chin, I whispered, “One.” Then I kissed the corner of her mouth and said, “Two.” Her lips parted slightly, and I said, “Three,” before I mashed my mouth to hers, eagerly accepting the invitation she’d given me.
In seconds we’d both forgotten the game as our lips fused together, our tongues chasing and tagging each other as though it were the only activity they were meant to do. Chessly’s hands found their way to my shoulders, one sliding up to plow her fingers into my hair while she dug the fingers of her other hand into the hard muscle of my back. To my ever-loving delight, she held me as tight as I held her. When she started climbing me, I dropped my hands to her ass, hauling her up so she could wrap those pretty legs of hers around me.
I sank deep into the kiss, losing myself in the sweetness that was Chessly Clarke. Moans from the back of my throat harmonized with whimpers coming from the back of hers as I squeezed her ass and licked and sucked her tongue and nibbled and tugged on her luscious mouth with my lips and teeth. Even as I lowered us to the ground, we kissed each other reckless.
When her back met the turf, her hips started moving. Her kisses had already lit me on fire, so when she rubbed her soft center along my hard length, I wondered for a second if the flames would eat me alive. But I didn’t care.
As I dry-humped her, my hand found its way under her sweater and shirt. The warm satin of her skin rippled beneath my touch, signaling to me I could continue my explorations. When I encountered the lace of her bra, I smiled into our kiss. The tight bud pushing at the lace excited me, and I traced over it with the pad of my finger—once, twice, repeatedly, until she squirmed and arched her back, demanding I do more than tease.
Jesus. I wanted this girl more than I wanted air. Then from somewhere on the other end of the field, the sound of a heavy door slamming penetrated the lust roaring in my ears. Against me, Chessly stiffened, and I broke off the kiss, panting in gulps of air as I stared down into her desire-darkened eyes.
“Who’s out there?” a male voice I recognized called out.
“Guess our game ended in a draw,” I whispered as I rolled to Chessly’s side.
“Who’s standing at the door?” she whispered back.
“Barney. He’s one of the janitors for the facility. Looks like Georgie, the facilities director who gave me the green light for tonight, forgot to tell him.”
With a groan, I dragged myself to my feet. My boner made walking a bit of a chore, and no doubt Chess noticed, but I didn’t have a choice.
“Hey, Barney!” I called out. “It’s me. Finn. Georgie said my date and I could play lawn games on the turf so long as we didn’t make a mess.”
“Is that what all that glowing is? I thought aliens had invaded for sure.” He chortled at his bad joke.
With a half-hearted laugh, I said, “No aliens. Don’t worry. We’ll clean up and lock the door behind us when we leave.”
“You want some help carrying your stuff out? Looks like you could use it.”
Chessly jogged up beside me. “That would be nice of you. Thanks.” Extending her hand, she said, “I’m Chessly.”
Automatically, Barney stuck out his hand. Then his gaze wandered from Chess to me, and a speculative grin split his face. “Sorry for interrupting your evening. I saw a glow of light under the door and thought I’d better check on it.” His tone didn’t sound sorry. But he’d poked a pin in the mood, leaving me no choice but to go with it.
“That’s great, Barney. Thanks.”
I spun on my heel and headed back to the games. In only a minute or two, we had everything powered down and gathered up. Between the three of us, we only needed to make two trips to my pickup to put away what had taken me an hour and a half to set up earlier in the afternoon.
In the horseshoe drive in front of Chessly’s dorm, I unbuckled, and turned in my seat.
“Epic, yeah?”
Her smile lit up the interior of the cab of my truck. “Epic. Best first date ever. Thank you.”
I slid my hand across the back of the seat and moved closer to her. “Thank you for making it so damn fun.” Slipping my fingers beneath the hair on her neck, I gave her a tiny squeeze. “How ’bout if you come a little closer?”
She unbuckled and inched over the seat, a naughty tease in her eyes.
“A little closer.”
“Is this a new game?” she asked as she moved another inch toward me.
My eyes strayed to her plump, kissable lips. “Nope. This is a ‘thanks for the epic time’ kiss, a ‘let’s go out again’ kiss, and maybe after that, a good night kiss even though I’d rather not end the evening.”
