Jack's mouth falls open in a way that's immediately satisfying and I grin a little as he breathes against me, though my own breath catches when his hands slide beneath the waistband of my boxer-briefs. The way my hips rock down then is pure instinct and he's not quite as hard as earlier, but it's still something.

He's still talking and I can't help but laugh, though it comes out almost a strangled groan as I move against him. "Oh. Goodness." I shudder a little, my hands still wandering down his chest, feeling every ripple and bulge of muscle, as his tongue brushes my bottom lip. "With-- with a gas range?"