Peyton moaned as Finn’s hands slipped over her naked skin. She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him down so that she could taste his lips. The sweetness of the churros they had eaten that night filled her mouth as his tongue tangled with hers. He felt so good. His hard body pressed into hers. The slight scratch of his chest hair against her nipples. Nipples that were hard and begged for his mouth.

     “Finn,” she breathed, her voice raspy with need.

     He slid down her body, stopping to suck a nipple into his mouth. She bucked her hips against him, wrapping her legs around his...