The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more passionate. Sophia's hands tangled in Jackson's hair, tugging gently. He groaned into her mouth, his fingers digging into her hips.
"You feel amazing," he murmured against her lips. His hands slid up her back, and he felt the warmth of her skin through the fabric. "Shut up and kiss me," she demanded, pulling him back in, her tongue exploring his mouth. His hands roamed lower, finding the hem of her top and slipping underneath. Her skin was smooth and warm, and he could feel the lace of her bra as his fingers traced the curve of her waist. She moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against his, and he could feel his cock straining against his jeans. "Fuck, Sophia," he groaned, breaking the kiss to catch his breath. "You're driving me crazy." "Good," she whispered. "Because I'm already there." She grabbed his hand and guided it to the button of her jeans. He fumbled, his fingers clumsy with anticipatio
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