"It's a free country, ain't it? I don't think any hot blooded guy would want you to put on more clothes rather than take them off..." Jack said idly as Kay asked if she could take her clothing off too. There was a noticeable soberness to his voice and perhaps something of a sadness there, but it was hidden quasi well. Jack certainly wasn't a poker player or anything of the sort, but he was at least not completely heart on his sleeve with his emotions either. Except of course when it came to those bastard squirrels, but that was another matter altogether and was quickly dismissed as easily as the squirrel was. Jack of course had been more preoccupied by the squirrel than Kay without a shirt on...
But that was only because he hadn't turned around just yet. She would see his eyes widen a little as she strode towards him, tilting his head slightly after he had fallen back against the couch. It really was like something out of a movie, wasn't it? A guy that really had no business scoring with the hot babe managing to score with her after all? Wasn't this the part where someone would bust in at the last minute to stop a potential sex scene from occuring and getting in some decent laughs to add to the overall picture. As Kay slipped into his lap, however, he wasn't feeling funny at all, but rather a little awkward, because of guilt, and of how damned randy he felt with her on his lap.
He was just lucky that he was wearing thick jeans today, he supposed. Still, if Kay were to press against his hips she would notice something there. He cranked the top off of the bottle and started guzzling it a little, managing to pace himself this time. Jack was pretty good at just drinking enough to maintain inebriation when he wanted to, and he definitely didn't want to get too sloshed to enjoy this particular moment in time with her sitting on his lap in a short little skirt. "I'm drinkin just enough to be fun..." he said with a smile, shaking the bottle at her a little. "You want some? Careful not to get more than a mouthful, it will knock normal people off their ass pretty good..." he said.
If she didn't take it though he would just set it on the ground, setting his hands on her bare thighs, looking up at her as he let his hands wander under her skirt, still keeping his nails to the tops of her thighs though as he blinked, realizing that she probably wanted to bang him, and realizing that his conscience was probably far off enough that he could let it happen. He felt a stab of guilt hit his chest at the idea of it, and then growling in order to stop it reached up and roughly grabbed Kay by the hair, pulling her down as he pressed his lips to hers hotly. He was gentler than she might have expected, still not one for mashing his face into anothers, but she would feel the hunger there in him.
If she didn't though, the hand that came up to her ass, beneath her skirt and panties that forced her to grind hard against him would probably be a clue as well.