Octavia wasn't going to object. Not a chance. No. This was what she'd come for, this is what she wanted. She had been alone far too long, and she physically craved a man's touch. Jack seemed to be the guy to give her what she wanted.
He moaned softly, and arched her back, hands set to his shoulders for leverage, and her hips rolled downward so she could move against him, just a little. Just enough to create some friction.
"Feels so good, Jack," she murmured, lifting herhead from the kisses for only a moment.