She ran her fingers through his soft hair, just once. He leaned into her hand. “That feels good,” he mumbled. “You feel good, too.” He hooked an arm around her waist and drew her onto the bed. “Jacks—what are you doing?” “Just for tonight.” He tightened his arm, holding her even closer, until her chest was pressed against his bare skin. “You’re injured,” she breathed. “This makes me feel better.” He spoke against her throat and finished with a lick that made her head begin to spin.
