The Player's Club: Finn by Cathy Yardley Page B

bit more calculated, admittedly. Even if she said it would never happen again, he’d felt the flash burn of desire between them. He’d felt the way her gaze always seemed to follow him, the way she was unable to stay away even though she was careful not to physically touch him if she could help it. As if she were afraid they’d combust with contact.
    And boy, were they ever conbustible.
    She was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and he reached down to cup her ass, pulling her taut against his rock-hard erection. Her grateful moan and the shimmy of her hips rubbing her pelvis against his hardness was enough to have him clutching at her like a drowning man. His tongue traced her lips before plunging between them, coaxing her tongue to play with his. He felt her pointed nipples as she tried to move higher against his chest. She was about five inches shorter than he was.
    He solved that by picking her up, encouraging her legs around his waist. It reminded him of the locker room, of plunging into her hot, wet heat, and his knees almost buckled.
    She pulled away. “We… I can’t… Out here in the open?”
    Finn chuckled. He knew that despite Diana’s recent escapade, she’d still want privacy if he miraculously managed to convince her to sleep with him. He’d therefore prepared for this contingency. He nipped at her neck as he brought her to his tent.
    He’d gotten an inflatable mattress, king-size and fairly bouncy. All right, it was extravagant for a camping trip, but so were the Egyptian cotton sheets and thick pillows. And his tent had a moon roof, and was even now open to the stars. He placed her on the mattress gently. She was panting, her perky breasts heaving enticingly. When she looked up at him, she smiled.
    “I’ve never seen so many stars,” she breathed, leaning back against the mattress. Her eyes sparkled like the night sky. “It’s so beautiful.”
    “Beautiful,” he murmured, but he wasn’t looking at anything but her.
    Their gazes locked for what seemed like a long while. Then she reached for her shirt, slipping it off in one motion, revealing a purple bikini top underneath.
    As she went for the fly of her shorts, he quickly peeled off his top, his mouth going dry at her look of hungry appreciation. He stripped out of the rest of his clothes as she took off the shorts, then shimmied out of the bikini bottoms and undid the strings to her top. When she was nude, he noticed she had no tan lines: just an even, deliciously creamy almond shade of skin, a stark contrast to the darkness of her hair, her eyes.
    He slid down beside her. “I’ve wanted you,” he breathed, nipping at her shoulder, her neck, palming her breasts and kneading gently. She arched her back, filling his hands, reaching for him. He decided to tease her, replacing one of his hands with his mouth. She softly gasped as he suckled her. His hand now free, his fingertips touched the flat planes of her abdomen, then down to the curls between her thighs. Searching gently between the folds, he found the tight, wet passageway. His cock twitched eagerly.
    She moaned, parting her legs to give him better access. He twirled his tongue around her nipple as his fingers flicked the tight button of her clit. Her head lolled on the pillow as he worked feverishly. He sucked, then licked and licked again.
    He could feel her body pulsing. He shuddered, struggling for his own self-control.
    She was breathing hard, her eyes molten bright in the darkness. “Finn,” she said, her voice ragged. “Inside me. I want you inside me.”
    He didn’t need to be asked twice. He fished in his bag for a condom, his hands shaking with need. When he returned to her, ready, she rubbed her hands on his chest, rested them on his shoulders as he moved gently between her thighs. Slowly and surely, he pressed forward, until he was buried inside her.
    She whispered his name, how good he felt, her nails raking down his back as she rocked her pelvis, urging him deeper. He