A purely wicked smile curved the corners of Brigid's mouth as she continued to move over him and pump her hips over his. "Lose it, Jack. Lose it and take me with ye," she told him, her back arching to push her breasts into his hands. She was dancing on the edge of another orgasm but held herself back to see just what he'd do or if her motions could make him lose even an inch of the iron-fast control he appeared to have.