Jack pressed her against him, rolling his hips a little so she could feel what was going on. It was just friction and they were still clothed so it wouldn't really be a breach in the rules they'd set down. Besides, she ought to know how much she had him worked up just from a couple kisses; he wasn't made of stone and sometimes he felt like Carter needed that reminder.

"Kiss me again, Sam," he murmured, fingers lightly tracing her waist and hips.