Jack groaned and shuddered once more as her lips found his. His hands instantly moved to clutch at her hips, his fingers curling against her small form as he pushed back against her. Breaking away briefly Jack moved quickly to rid himself of the modern shirt, tossing it off of his body onto the sandy floor. As soon as his shirt was off his lips were back against hers, his fingers finding her bare hips again, rough pads smoothing out over her skin as he moaned into her lips. She felt so good. Jack was already hard and god those bloody modern jeans were not fun to be wearing when turned on.