Brigid barely managed a moan before his lips were on hers, her body pressed against warm, taut skin. She had a moment to wish she hadn't donned the flimsy sundress as it put even a thin barrier between skin to skin contact, but she had no doubt that Jack would see to that, and soon if the heat in his kiss was any indication. The fingers of one hand dove into his hair while her other lowered to caress the planes and angles of his chest.