"Oh, okay," Jack said quietly, his own voice less than steady. He reached up and laid his hands on her hips, gently guiding her on top of him in a much more comfortable position than her leaning over him the way they had been. And hey, he was a man. It was slightly selfish.

"You can kiss me again," he murmured, hands sliding up beneath her shirt lightly, thumbs rubbing against soft skin. Dammit. He was so screwed.

"If you want. Or you can just sit here and let me look at you."