It's impossible not to shiver when he says my name like that and I don't even fight it, sighing softly as his tongue swipes along my bottom lip.

Carefully, hesitantly, I slide my hand down the line of his hip, following the groove of muscle between hip and thigh, only inches away from where I want to touch him most right now. "Can I?" I ask, nudging a little to kiss at the curve of his jaw, the faint stubble there tickling my lips. "Please, Jack. Can I touch you?"