After shucking off my hikers, I lined them up neatly on the mat. “Satisfied?”
“Not yet, but I have no doubt I’m about to be.” The wicked intent in his eyes was its own dare, but before I could call his ass out on his terrible double entendre, he dropped a shoulder. In one quick move, I was ass-up, face-down over his shoulder, his laughter echoing up the stairs ahead of us as he carried me to his room.
“You’re a beast, Finn McCabe!” I yelled.
“Shh, Chess,” he chided me. “Inside voice.”
Rich laughter followed his words, and even though I gave a valiant effort, I couldn’t stop the smile that spread over my face at his antics.
Closing his bedroom door behind us, he walked through the dark to the side of his bed and flipped on the bedside lamp. A second later, my backpack hit the floor in front of the nightstand with a thump right before I landed in the middle of his glorious king-size bed.
“Remember, babe.” He nodded toward the headboard. “The walls in this place are thin, and Danny’s home.” He put a finger to his lips. “Shh.” Then he pounced on me.
“Finn!” I screeched as he started tickling me. “You’re such a brat.”
With a laugh he said, “Babe, we discussed this. Inside voice.”
For a few breathy seconds, I tried to fight off his naughty hands before the lightbulb went off, and I changed the game. Reaching between his legs where he straddled me, I cupped his balls, massaging him through his jeans with the palm of my hand. His silliness stopped abruptly mid-tickle as he sucked in air.
“Underhanded, Chess. Extremely underhanded.”
“You like it when I underhand you.” I darted my gaze to where he was rubbing himself in my hand.
“That’s it. Time to show you who’s in charge around here.”
He slid off the bed and tugged his hoodie off, sending it somewhere behind him. His T-shirt followed. The low light did incredible things to his firm torso, highlighting his glorious pecs and shadowing the ridges of his slightly defined abs. Unlike a lot of guys who played on the line, Finn didn’t carry an ounce of fat, but he also didn’t sport the washboard definition of some of the skill players.
I loved his body—something I was pretty sure he’d figured out.
In one go, he shucked his jeans, boxers, and socks to stand in front of me deliciously naked, a certain part of him standing proudly at attention. For a long minute, he let me look. When I sat all the way up with the intention of touching, he preempted me by taking my hands and pulling me up to stand in front of him.
“You are overdressed. Shall we take care of that?”
Answering his own question, he pushed my jacket off my shoulders and tossed it in the direction of his desk. Next, he gripped the hem of my sweater and tugged it up, giving me no choice but to lift my arms so he could pull it over my head. Cool air rushed over my skin, alerting me to the fact he’d divested me of my T-shirt too.
“Damn, Chess. You are so perfect.”
With the pads of his forefingers, he toured the swells of my breasts above my bra. Goose bumps pebbled my skin, and he slipped his hands behind my back, flicking the clasp open. Reverently, he slid his fingers under the straps and slowly glided the scrap of satin off my body. His heated gaze on my exposed breasts threatened to light me on fire.
“So fucking perfect.”
All the playfulness of the past thirty minutes evanesced in the raspy tone of his voice.
I was far from perfect, my top nowhere near in proportion to my bottom. I barely filled out the B cups of my bra, while my hips stretched every pair of jeans in my closet to their breaking point. Yet when Finn looked at me the way he was looking at me now, I believed I was perfect.
Tugging at the fly of my jeans, he said, “These have to come off. Now.”
Obeying his command, I unzipped and pushed my jeans down my legs, stepping on them to step out of them.
A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his sculpted lips. “These too.” Slipping his fingers beneath the elastic of my plain white bikini panties, he pulled them down to my ankles.
His breath ghosting over my skin raised more goose bumps ahead of his hands feathering over the backs of my calves, the sensitive spots behind my knees, and the length of my hamstrings. Kisses joined the sensory party he’d started over my body, his mouth setting the tops of my thighs on fire. When he nibbled and licked the crease where my thighs met my hips, I worried about embarrassing myself with a gush of wetness between my legs.
“Finn.” My voice was so breathy, I didn’t think he’d heard me. Not that it mattered.
“Open for me, babe.” I heard the low rumble of his voice just fine.
When I didn’t move right away, he smoothed his fingertips along the insides of my thighs, turning my knees to jelly. I wobbled and grasped his powerful shoulders to remain upright, eliciting a dark laugh from him.
