Page 47 of Best Laid Plans
He wore a pair of sunglasses that hid those unfairly sexy green eyes that Elle loved to stare at in different lights, but they perfectly framed his angular face, making his jawline even more impressive. His outfit was more casual than the last time they’d been at the country club together, a black Pierce’s Lobster Co. t-shirt doing little to hide a body that Elle remembered so clearly that her nerve endings thrummed with awareness.
For four years, she’d played collegiate tennis against some of the best players in the country, some of them who’d gone on to play pro. A hot guy should not be rattling her focus this much. Except that this hot guy knew just how to touch her. Knew exactly where to put those big hands and give her what she’d so desperately needed. And then, had kept showing up for her and her family. Continually being so fucking considerate that she didn’t know what to do with him.
Why was he trying to torture her?
And then she caught his sly smile, and heat rolled through her body at the idea that Cam knew exactly the effect he was having on her.
“Um… are you going to serve, or are you just going to keep eye-fucking your boyfriend?”
Elle aced her serve quickly, waiting until Chelsea missed the return to say, “He’s wearing sunglasses. How would that even work?”
She could see Cam hiding his laughter, his hand covering his mouth as he turned away from them. And she loved that, too. The more relaxed, open version that he’d started to let her see.It was magnetic, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to fight it.
“Time out,” Elle said, already walking across the court to where Cam stood, looking far too pleased with himself. “If you can’t tell, I’m trying to do a thing here.”
Cam twisted his fingers into the chainlink fence. “I was just making sure that neither of you were bloody and bruised yet.”
Elle glanced over her shoulder. “Only Chelsea’s pride. Hopefully.”
“That’s my girl,” Cam said, and Elle felt it through her whole body. She leaned forward instinctively, into the warmth permeating through Cam’s shirt.
“Your girl?” Elle pushed Cam’s sunglasses up onto his forehead, bright green eyes flecked with gold looking back at her.
Surprising her, Cam used his free hand to wrap it around Elle’s torso and pull her even closer “To Chelsea, at least. I figured I’d come down here and play the doting boyfriend that just can’t seem to stay away.”
His words should have been a dose of reality, but they weren’t. Because being touched by Cam just felt too damn good, regardless of the reason. Elle ran her fingers down his bicep. “Really a jack-of-all-trades lately. Savior of restaurants. Defender of wronged women.”
Cam cocked his head to the side and gave her an easy, charming grin. “What can I say, I like to be helpful.”
Elle pressed her palms into his chest, solid and encompassing. But she was holding him close, not pushing him away. “And what does all this help get you?”
“A chance to do this.” She didn’t have time to think before Cam’s lips were on her, soft and making the electricity crackle through her with the simple contact. She stifled a groan, which Cam swallowed, his tongue ghosting along her bottom lip.
“Time-outs are actually timed,” Chelsea yelled from her sideof the court, the obvious frustration in her voice only making Elle lean into the kiss more.
The thought that they shouldn’t be kissing dimly flitted through her mind, but she didn’t want to stop. And Cam, for all his ideas about them being a ‘one time thing,’ and keeping their relationship platonic, had surely found himself in the role of a lifetime if he actually believed that was the case.
She could feel his hunger building, as his soft nips turned more pressing, his tongue begging for entry in a way she desperately wanted to give him. The hand that had been wrapped through the fence came down and pressed into her other hip, and he spun her so quickly that she didn’t realize it was happening until she felt the criss-crossed metal digging into her back.
“Cam,” she breathed, as his lips traveled down to her neck. “We’re on a tennis court. In the middle of a country club. Where you are the celebrity guest for an event tomorrow.” She was naming all the reasons this was getting wildly out of control in the hopes that this would slow Cam down, because she couldn’t do it for them.
“I’ve barely seen you this week,” he said against her neck. “The apartment is lonely.” His words wrapped around Elle’s heart and squeezed, and then her stomach bottomed out when he added, “Do you know that you didn’t even take your shirt off when we had sex? I’ve been fantasizing about your tits all week, Elle. All fucking week, wondering how incredible they’ll feel in my hands. In my mouth.” He ghosted his fingers across her nipple, hard and tight with want, visible through her shirt.
She was half-a-second away from letting him hike her skirt up and fuck her right here on the tennis court when Chelsea’s piercing voice cut through the buzz in her ears. “You fucking forfeit, Elle. I’m not standing here indefinitely to watch your boyfriend paw at you.”
Chelsea’s words had to be a projection of how her ownboyfriend touched her, which Elle could confirm with one-hundred-percent confidence from her years with Grant. Clumsy. Selfish. Completely out of touch that good sex was supposed to be a two-person endeavor. There was no way she could be talking about Cam, who was playing every nerve ending in her body like he was a maestro and she was his favorite tune.
He pressed his hard cock against her and she forgot how to breathe, could barely talk except to let out a stuttered, “Cam,” against his mouth.
The door on the gate next to them slammed shut. “I’m calling security. Perverts,” Chelsea said as she disappeared past the overgrown hedges that created a privacy barrier between each of the courts.
Elle smiled against Cam’s lips then, adrenaline coursing through her, the tennis briefs she wore under her skirt already soaked. And then, she laughed. She pulled Cam closer, running her hands up his arms and over his shoulders and through his hair. It felt like she was free falling, unable to believe what they’d just been doing, who she’d just been doing it with, and that, for the life of her, she really wouldn’t have cared if security showed up in a minute to escort them off the property.
Her hands settled around the back of his neck, and she ran her fingers against the soft, buzzed hair right at the base. His eyes were dark, the want still clear in them, their lips only an inch apart.“ I didn’t expect you to play your part so well, Cam. I didn’t expect you to be playing it at all right now.”
“I’m not that good of an actor,” he said gruffly, his voice husky with need.
Well, if Cam wanted to fuck her again, she was going to do everything in her power to help that happen. “I thought this was a one-time only thing? What’s changed?”
