Chessly
The horseshoe drivewayin front of Hanover was a fifteen-minute-only parking area—something I had to remind Finn about when he flattened me against the back of my dorm room door with his big, sexy body.
“I mean it, mister. The desk clerk will call a tow company to have your truck hauled away and laugh the whole time he’s making the call.”
Mischief danced in his whiskey eyes. “It’s one kiss, Chess. I need it to tide me over.”
I raspberried out a breath, which he covered with his mouth, promptly making me forget my point.
A long, long time later, I clocked my knee resting on his hip and the hard outline of his erection behind the fly of his jeans rubbing up and down my needy center. From the way were both moving, it was a wonder we hadn’t set the fronts of our jeans on fire.
Swallowing hard, I slowly lowered my leg. “Toothbrush,” I mumbled.
He blew out a breath and nodded, so I guess he heard me. It still took him an age to step away from me. I had to admit I liked that he didn’t want to stop touching me. Lord knew I didn’t want to stop touching him.
Wasting no time, I snagged my backpack from the floor beside my desk and stuffed in clean socks and panties, my toothbrush and toiletries bag, and a clean T-shirt for under my sweater and jacket while watching tomorrow’s scrimmage.
“You did that impressively quick.” He smirked.
“I hope we still have a ride to your place when we hit the lobby,” I sassed back.
When we emerged into the lobby, I caught the desk clerk hanging up the phone. “Did you call the tow company just now?”
He shrugged. “Rules are rules. They apply to everyone—even RAs and Wildcats players.”
“Better call ’em back so they don’t charge the dorm for a false callout.” I tugged on Finn’s hand to hustle him to the door. The campus towing company was only about ten minutes from Hanover.
The guy was new and one of those people who followed every rule to the letter. I bet he’d never once even jaywalked on campus. “They charge for not having a tow when they arrive?”
“Sure do,” I said over my shoulder. “You’ll have to file a report with the dorm supervisor for the charge.”
The phone clattered across the desk when he knocked it from its cradle in his haste to cancel the tow. I saved my giggles until Finn and I were in his truck.
“Seriously? The tow company charges for a false alarm?” he asked as he started his pickup and put it in gear.
“Have to, or else people would be calling in tows all the time as pranks. It’s only a twenty-dollar charge, but there truly is paperwork so the tow company gets paid. Becky, our supervisor, hates paperwork.” I wrinkled my nose in the direction of the lobby. “I probably shouldn’t have told him after his snarky comment about the rules.”
Finn’s hand found its way to the top of my thigh. “Nah, you did him a solid. If he’s any kind of guy, he’ll remember that next time.”
I kind of forgot what we were talking about when his fingertips moved back and forth along the inside seam of my jeans. Though the contact was short-lived due to his having to shift gears, the lingering sensation of his touch sent a flurry of tingles straight to my clit. My entire body tightened in anticipation of what we could get up to in the privacy of his bedroom, and I had to wonder at myself.
Never before had things with a guy moved this fast for me. Not sex. While my experience was limited to the digits on one hand, I hadn’t been holding out until my wedding day. I’d had two semi-serious relationships that had fizzled out and a couple of good-time hookups that had lasted for a few months before each of us wanted to move on.
Then there was Finn.
Starting with that first night when he’d offered me a ride home from the Homecoming bonfire, I’d sensed something different about him, something special. I’d wasted too much time making excuses denying the chemistry between us since the moment we met. Yeah, we’d only had one formal—epic—date, but we’d been seeking each other for months.
When he pulled into the driveway of the Victorian, he let out a mild curse and parked behind a green Mustang.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I thought Danny was spending the night at his girlfriend’s is all.” He killed the engine and hopped out, running around the front of the truck to open my door for me. “You’ll have to be super quiet. Will that be possible?” His eyes twinkled as he snagged my backpack from my hand, slinging it over his shoulder with one hand while linking the fingers of his other hand through mine.
“I’m sure I can contain myself,” I said, my tone far more nonchalant than I felt.
He gave my hand a squeeze. “Sounds like a dare.” Waggling his eyebrows, he said, “I live for dares.”
Hustling us up the steps and through the front door, he didn’t give me a chance to respond before we were in the front foyer. He let me go long enough to unlace his boots. Straightening, he said, “It’s my turn to clean the downstairs. Help me out, Chess.” He gave a pointed stare at my still-booted feet.
