“That was…”
He toys with the hem of her dress, shifting it to give her some shred of modesty as they come apart. “It shows, huh?” she asks, her eyes dropping to the counter where she picks at the edge of the napkin beneath her glass. Indian Sex Breathing erratically, he nips at her shoulder before pushing a stray curl behind her ear. It’s a half truth. Dance with her. His puppyish expression is one of concern. Sam feels her spasm around him as he touches her, kissing her neck as he makes his way up to her ear. Her scent, her fingers in his hair, the weight of her head against his chest – all of it. That way, you can enjoy your drink and I can get Dean out of my hair.”
She shrugs, clinking her glass against his bottle. “Not that you aren’t…” Her eyes slam shut and she blushes furiously. “You’re unbelievable…”
“What about you?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Dance with me?”
He allows himself to be pulled onto the floor, his hands resting on her waist as her arms slip around his neck.
