Needing to be in control, she wrestles him up to her mouth. Can’t ruin everything they’ve had tonight. Xxnx “You selfish bastard. He’s gone deep, his face damp – whether from tears or sweat she’s unsure – against her shoulder when she says it again, louder this time. “Wait… “What’d I tell you about putting a rifle directly on a man’s back?”
Reaching out she flicks on the light, flooding the kitchen in a soft glow. His eyes fall to the floor. That she won’t see him again. Her heart begins to pound faster in her chest. “Dean,” she says, her voice tight. Silver. “I…”
Dean stares at her mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud at its center. Even just for tonight.”
His heart pounds in his ears.
