The electricity made Jackson smile into the kiss, briefly, before he gently bit at her lower lip. "So what'll it be, darlin'?" he asked her, his drawl worse in such moments for the thickness of his arousal. His hands traveled down, then up her sides, one of them finding a breast, thumb brushing over a nipple. "What're you in the mood for, today?"

He did so love giving her exactly what she wanted, without the sort of submission others might work into such an arrangement. No, he gave her what she wanted because he decided to, not because he gave himself over to her. That had never been his style, but even if it had been, this was not a place for that sort of perversion. It was much too dangerous.