Heavens, Jack is undressing me. His hands are just as careful as they always are as he pulls at the zipper of my jeans and slides the denim down my hips. It's all I can do to keep breathing, especially when I notice him eyeing my erection. He doesn't say anything about it, which I hope is a good thing, instead leaning in to press a kiss to my stomach that has my knees wobbling all over again.

"Goodness, Jack," I breathe, my fingers carding through his hair as my stomach muscles flutter under his lips.

He pulls away too soon, but I have no complaints, my eyes falling wide as he works on squirming out of his own pants, revealing thick thighs and strong calves and... and his own tented boxer-briefs. Oh God.

Shaking a little, I nod and crawl onto the bed to join him, taking his hand as I settle onto my side, not wanting to look away from him for a second. "You're seriously like some sorta Greek god," I tell him with a laugh, letting go of his hand so I can graze my fingers along the curve of his collarbone, tracing the line of it downward before palming his firm chest and down his ribs. He's so warm and so big and I have to bite back the urge to just fold in close and rub myself all over him. "I can't believe I actually get to touch you."