So he was doing something right. That he got from the barely existing moan that came from Eve as if she had completely forgotten her attempt at silence. Once again, Jack found himself grinning against the silky skin at her inner thigh.
Begging was not really Jack's thing either. He was more of an equal, give-and-take, kind of fun fan.
The caffeine could presumably be blamed for at least part of the odd turn on a playful mood that he was feeling, but it was not as if it was a bad turn. Simply, instead of playing cards or wanting to race her to the top of the rock climbing wall, he was more interested in playing with her. Although, he was at least sensible enough to move his free hand to the curve of her hip bone to hold her in place. Once, and only once, he had learned the lesson of what happens when a girl's pubic bone hits you in the face...
Explaining that black eye at Christmas had been less than entertaining. At least for him, his brother and sister had laughed their asses off when he had finally spilled the true story to them.
This time he was back to dragging his tongue over her clit before investigating the taste of the rest of her.