His fingers stroked over the damp fabric, once… twice… agonizingly slow.
My back arched off the bed, a choked gasp spilling from my lips. "Jack, please… I need…" The tease was unbearable, just enough to unravel me but not nearly enough to satisfy.
Jackson's breath was ragged, rushing against my ear as he leaned in, dragging his tongue along the sharp line of my jaw.
"I love watching you come apart for me," he said, his voice thick with need. The sight of my unraveling was his undoing, too.
His free hand slid across the flat plane of my stomach warmly.
My breath hitched when his palm drifted higher, fingertips grazing the soft swell of my breast. He cupped me fully, thumb brushing over my n****e in a teasing circle that made it pebble instantly.
I whimpered against his m
