His lips still parted and his breath shallow, he dropped to his knees like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Like a starving man who worshiped me on instinct… like a sinner worshipping a goddess.
My breath caught in my throat. "Jack… what are you doing?"
"Shhh…" he said
My robe had fallen open completely, the white silk parting around my thighs like an invitation. I sat on the edge of the table, legs slightly spread, body still humming from the o****m he'd already given me.
But it wasn't enough. Not for him. Not for me.
Jackson gripped my calves and kissed my knees slowly.
His mouth was hot, unhurried, tasting my skin inch by inch as he moved up my thighs, alternating between featherlight kisses and soft, maddening nips that made my body arch toward him.
