Jared gripped my hip with one hand, the other still holding the fence. His fingers slid lower, inching down my dress and then under it, moving along my bare skin and igniting a fire within me. Without warning, he lifted one of my legs, hooking it around his body. I clutched his shoulders for support while his hand smoothed up my leg and eased between my thighs. He teased along the edge of my panties in a way that made me moan and beg for more. No more going slow. After weeks of pent-up desire, I needed him now.

When I thought I’d die if he didn’t touch me where I burned, he pushed my panties aside to slip one long finger inside me. I gasped and arched against him, but his mouth covered mine and swallowed my wordless cries. He slid his finger in and out slowly and then added another while he began to rub me with his thumb, circling my sensitive skin in a way that sent flames through me. He kissed me the entire time, his tongue matching his fingers as they darted into me, faster, harder.

Anyone could walk out and see me blindfolded against a fence and catch him fingering me, but that only made it hotter, knowing we could be discovered at any moment. Jared’s touch wound me tighter and tighter, his mouth never leaving mine as my cries grew more desperate. My fingers tensed around the sash at his neck, holding him close as he brought me to climax, my every nerve springing free. He didn’t stop touching me, and the pleasure went on for an eternity while I trembled against him. If not for the fence behind me and his body holding me up, my knees would have given out. Jared made my body weak in the best way possible.

“I’d love to continue this,” he said, pushing up my blindfold so I could see again. “But we need to get back.”

I nodded, unable to speak, my whole body warm and fluid from what he’d done to me. I wanted to return the favor, to make him as delirious as I was, but we didn’t have time. We made our way back to the theater, and I was already counting down the minutes until we could be alone again. He’d brought me release, but instead of satisfying me, it just made me want more. I craved Jared like an addiction, and I was starting to wonder if I’d ever get enough.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN