"You're getting bold," she mused, though her smirk betrayed her excitement.
Jack leaned down, his lips brushing just over her pulse. "You bring it out of me," he murmured.
Elise let out a slow breath, her fingers threading through his hair as he kissed a slow path along her jaw. "Good," she whispered.
Jack pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his hands framing her face. His usual teasing grin was gone, replaced by something softer—something more intense.
"You know," he said, his voice quieter now, "I didn't come here just to tease you."
Elise ran her fingers down his chest, feeling his muscles tense under her touch. "I know," she whispered. "But I think I like where this is going."
Jack chuckled, leaning down again, his lips brushing against hers. "Then let's stop talking."
And with that, words became unnecessary.
