He was a great kisser, I'd give him that. Jack put his whole body and energy into kissing me, all of his attention. I'd never had a guy actually focus 100% on me when he kissed me like this. It was intoxicating, delicious on many layers, a kind of heady power I'd never experienced. Even more so than drinking too much witches brew.
When he finally pulled away, I protested with a soft mumble. The burning in his eyes increased my own need to find out where this fire might lead us. I fumbled for my keys, positive I knew where this was going and more than happy to charge full speed ahead to the inevitable result.
"Shall we continue this inside?" Jack was thinking the same thing I was. Perfect, perfect man.
My stupid sense of humor tickled and I spoke up before I could stop the snarky comebac
