I start to reach out for the other blanket, still folded neatly beside me, before I think better of it. I untuck my legs and stand up, swinging the blanket behind me so that I’m wearing it like a cape. I move the two steps it takes me to reach Jasper before I straddle my legs around his hips and plant myself on his lap.

“Is that better?” My whisper feels like a shout as all my attention focuses on the growing bulge beneath me.

Jasper nods but doesn’t say anything as I start to rock against him.

“Good.” I lean forward and notice he’s got a little s’more on the side of his mouth. “It looks like you have something right . . .” I drop my mouth to the spot and lick the chocolate and marshmallow off his skin. “There.”

“Did you get it all?” His breathing is coming faster, and at the same time, he’s growing harder.

“Almost.” I drop my head into the crook of his neck as my hips start rocking harder against his as I unconsciously search for release. “Almost.” I repeat the word, but this time I’m talking about something completely different.

And when Jasper’s hand finds its way between my legs, applying pressure and rubbing hard circles through the fabric of my leggings, I know we’re on the same page.

I’m almost thirty, and before this moment, I would’ve thought that was too old to come while I’m fully dressed, dry humping a man.

And I would’ve thought wrong.

I dig my hands into his thick hair, pulling him closer to me. Our erratic breathing is drowning out all the sounds we heard only moments ago.

“Fuck, Jasper.” I pant into his ear before pulling his earlobe between my teeth.

“That’s it.” He hisses out, his hips matching my rhythm in perfect tempo. “Come for me, Drew.”

It’s something about the way he says my name, the roughness in his voice that somehow vibrates with such intensity through my entire body, that I have no choice but to do as he says. My body spasms, the shock waves of the orgasm forcing my limbs to cling to Jasper, not even dropping my legs as he stands up and flips us around so that my back is lying flat across the wooden slats of the chair.

I don’t even register the chill of the crisp night air as it hits my skin once my pants are gone. I’m too entranced by this new view. Looking up at Jasper, the shadows of the flames dancing across his hard jaw, illuminating the hunger in his eyes, all with a backdrop of dancing diamonds in a sheet of black.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He leans down, touching his mouth to mine. He tastes like chocolate and marshmallow and Jasper.