“What about the people who love you?”
Dean shakes his head. Amateur porn Jo bites her lip and nods. Shifting away, he toes out of his shoes and socks. Shakily, he stands. Regrets that he’s standing there looking at her flushed skin and kiss swollen mouth, her haphazard clothing and bared breast, rather than taking action. Experiencing it was something else entirely. Commando. A very green one, but a hunter nonetheless. But her nimble little fingers slip under his shirt to tease against his abdomen. “It’s done. Has the burn of whiskey or the warmth of just any body ever not quite been enough? Not wanting to dwell, she tugs at his fly, opening his jeans and taking them down with the same care he’d used to remove her clothes. “I want you,” she tells him. How much he wants her – needs her. He hitches her a little higher, his tongue laving along her collarbone as he tugs the strap of her top off her shoulder. Brilliant and intense as heat spreads through her. She swallows the lump rising in her throat. There isn’t much. Not when he knows how she feels. He pushes forward gently. Her fingers in his hair as he devours her – the way she tugs him closer – is exquisite.
