“You know we have to,” he said, before pressing his mouth to mine again.

“Then why are you kissing me?”

“Because I can’t stop myself.”

He bowed his head to show me, tasting the curve of my neck and my bare shoulders. I arched my back, and he flicked his tongue between my cleavage, darting inside the top of my dress. When I moaned, his lips brushed against my nipples, already straining through the thin fabric. There was too much clothing between us, but we didn’t have time to remove them. We shouldn’t even be doing this here, in the middle of a show, when so much was on the line, when the producers and everyone else were only a door away. But we couldn’t stop ourselves either.

His hands slid under my dress and along my thighs. I reached for the front of his pants to free the top button, urging him on without words. With one quick movement, he lifted me onto the bathroom counter, putting me at exactly the right height. My knees parted to straddle his hips, and I drew him closer, fitting him against my body. He bent down to drag my panties off me and placed a rough kiss on the curve of each knee. I gasped and tangled my fingers in his hair while his lips burned higher up my legs, along the inside of my thighs. He pushed my dress up to my hips, spreading me wider, kissing me everywhere except where I needed him most.

Only when I whimpered his name did he finally press his mouth to my core. He teased and licked and sucked every inch of me, driving me crazy, darting his tongue inside me. His mouth devoured me, his expert strokes making my entire body weak, and I threw my head back and planted my hands on the counter to steady myself. It was too good, the pleasure too intense, but his strong hands held me in place so I couldn’t move away. I strained toward him, never wanting it to end, and he brought me right to the brink. But then he pulled back, leaving my body a spark about to burst into flames.

“Jared, please.” I was so painfully close. He couldn’t leave me like this.

He moved up my body again, mouth nuzzling against my neck, hands sliding along my waist. A condom wrapper crinkled, and then I felt him, hard and smooth against my sensitive skin. With one smooth thrust, he was inside me, and I groaned, digging my fingernails into him. As he drove into me, I wrapped my legs around him, my bare skin brushing against the back of his pants. I yanked open the collar of his shirt, needing more of his skin on mine, burying my face in his chest to breathe him in. No matter how close we were, I could never get enough of him.