She was so screwed, and she knew it the minute she shifted on top of him with her thighs on either side of his. When it came to Jack, she just didn't have the willpower or even the desire to stop this. She just didn't. His hands were on her skin and she just wanted to press herself into them and kiss him until she forgot her own name.

The last part she didn't know about but she had to kiss him again. If all they did was lay here and kiss for the rest of the morning... well.