Chapter 166 A3

• Jack kissed him again, swallowing the shaky moan that escaped Emy’s lips. He worked his thumb inside, just to the first knuckle, and Emy squirmed in his lap.
• Emy turned fully in his arms, twisting to face him, and needing more of the kiss, needing to give it back. He framed his face with trembling hands, his fingers digging into the short hair at his temples. He kissed him with a desperation that bordered on worship, pouring every unspoken thing into the connection of their mouths.
• Jack met him, his hunger rising to the surface again. “Now,” he said.