Jackson lets Gabrielle kiss him, but he doesn’t kiss her back. His indifference makes her bold: she runs her fingers through his hair, strokes his back, and licks his lip with her tongue. His eyes remain wide open and cold as ice. Finally, she pulls away from him, panting for breath.
“Oh, is that all?” Jackson asks calmly.
“I thought you wanted me to please you with my mouth,” Gabrielle says with fake innocence.
Jackson rolls his eyes and asks, “Is that what you thought I meant?”
“What else could you have meant?” Gabrielle asks, taking her hands off his face.
Jaxon grabs her hands and presses them over her head. He leans down and kisses her deeply, forcing her mouth open and dueling her tongue with his own. His hips buck against her and she moans without meaning too.
…
Lance pac
