Jack moves right back into the kiss, hungry as it is. He lets out almost obscene little noises against her lips. Nothing he'd have ever warranted himself so easily in their past life. So much more free now, much more ready to let himself go. He grips his hand at her waist, holding tight into the fabric of her clothes. Controlling and domineering.

He wants to prompt a little of her dominant side too. The one he saw before. Always liking that in a partner. Jack always does such a good show of being on top. Of being the leader. He likes it when that's challenged. So he whispers something provocative, something to get a reaction. "Mina, I want to lick my tongue over every inch of your skin."