He watched them, eyes sliding into a darker blue, and sighed softly when Layla touched his cheek. He leaned closer, letting her fingers slip from his mouth. Then her hand was in his hair and her lips and teeth were toying with his mouth. She was making exquisite noises, and when she begged for a kiss, he slid a glance at Lucas, shivered slightly, and whispered, "Oh, yeah."
Both of Jack's hands slid into her hair as he pressed his lips against hers, his tongue slicing into her mouth and exploring thoroughly. She tasted delicious, like fruit, and her scent was like a spring day and rain. He let his eyes close, and focused on the moment.