Chapter 234

The hand on her hip moved up higher to cup her breast and Trish stiffened. It seemed she'd gotten her wish. She felt his head move, lips pressing against the top of her head as he tipped her back, and she squeaked. Chuckling, Jordan kissed her as his hand slid further up her skirt, making her squirm and try to push her skirt back down.

He didn't stop her from keeping the tops of her legs covered with her skirt, the way he did when he wanted to show her off, but he didn't that stop his questing fingers either. Trish moaned into his mouth, half in shameful embarrassment, half in arousal as the tips of his fingers met her wet pussy. The loud noises of everyone around them made her hyperaware of their presence, no matter how she tried to ignore them.

Having such a large, potential audience made her heart pound in her chest, no matter how distracting Jordan's kiss was - and yet her pussy was still wet and throbbing, aching for him to slide his fingers insi