Jack's lips and tongue ghosted over her skin and her body arched into him without need for her conscious direction. That was, in all, rather fortunate, since her brain had lodged somewhere between wanting and having and seemed rather firmly stuck there.

She did manage to place the twin thuds as his shoes finding the floor, and greeted the event with a heated sigh. "I've grown tired of satisfying myself with thoughts of you, Jack." And as she spoke, she stroked her fingertips down the cut of his hips and then between them to his belt. "I'm afraid nothing but the genuine article will suffice."