"You're naughty," she murmured as she spotted him from the French doors. She knew the look, the pose, the charm from a mile away. Jasper was on the prowl and he'd found his catch. Sabrina couldn't deny that her pulse was racing as his gaze hung, unblinking and unmoving. She smiled almost automatically and Jax arched his brow suggestively.
"Oooh, now it's on," she said under her breath as she began to gracefully move her way through the crowd of people at the wedding reception. Not once did her expression change, nor did her eyes move from his. Her steps were calm and reserved yet had a tinge of sassiness in the sway of her hips that caused Jax's smile to widen ever so slightly.
"Mrs. Jacks," he said politely as she approached him. "You look wonderful." Sabrina tilted her head slighlty before responding. "That's Mrs. DeLane Jacks, to you," she corrected. "You look very nice as well, good sir," she added.
Jax bit back the laugh as his eyes sparkled. "Good sir?" Sabrina snaked her arms around her husband's waist. "Too much?" she asked. "You're never too much, Bri," he replied before lowering his mouth to hers, his kiss leaving her breathless. "Tell me something I don't already know," she sassed. "Oh, no," Jax said, shaking his head. "I don't want to ruin your surprise before it starts."