My heart races, and everything inside me is screaming for release. With his fingers around my wrist, he trails my hand down his chest. The further we go down, the more my excitement builds. I swallow as my fingers graze the large lump in his jeans. He groans, his breath brushing my face, and I want to see him.

I reach for the button of his jeans, feeling brave, but I can’t manage it with one hand. Jared’s fingers work the button before I hear the zipper. I swallow again, and ...