Rose's Point of view
Jackson and I walked back to the pack house together hand in hand. It must have been close to lunch time now and I was absolutely ravenous. It was the first time I'd thought about food with any great passion. All I'd wanted in the past 24 hours were Jackson induced orgasms.
Jackson was currently shirtless and even though I felt like passing out with hunger, his body was still very distracting. My clothes, or rather Stacy's scrap of material that I'd still been wearing, had been ripped to shreds, so I was wearing Jacksons t-shirt.
"I like you in my clothes," Jackson said in a voice that made my stomach flip over. "But I much prefer you naked."
I actually blushed a little at that sentence. I was still getting used to taking compliments from Jackson. Sometim
