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toes and pressed her
     mouth to his.
    *   *   *
    He’d had two drinks.
    He thought.
    That wasn’t going to make him hallucinate.
    Right?
    And even if it did …
    Dean groaned as her tongue danced across his lips and then pushed inside, without
     even waiting to see how he’d react.
    Fuck, there was no question of reaction .
    He’d only been waiting half a lifetime, it seemed.
    Maybe his entire life.
    Sliding one hand down to her hip, he yanked her against him. The feel of her, all
     slight angles and delicate curves, was every bit as perfect as he’d imagined.
    She jumped up and he caught her, the bottle of whiskey, the glass falling to the porch.
    Feeling like the top of his head was about to come straight off, he turned and pressed
     her against the wall. She arched against him and through the barrier of their clothes,
     he felt the warmth of her—it was a seductive, sweet heat.
    This was devastation, and he thought he was going to die if he didn’t get his hands
     on her.
    Tearing his mouth from hers, he lifted his head and looked down at the upturned oval
     of her face. Her breath came in harsh, labored pants. His breathing was just as ragged
     and against his chest, he could feel the slight swell of her breasts, rising, falling.
     Sliding a hand over the curve of her hip, slipping his fingers under the hem of her
     shirt, he said softly, “When a man’s been dying for a taste of something for as long
     as I have, it’s hard to think straight, especially in a moment like this. I think
     maybe we should–”
    She pressed a finger to his lips.
    “I think we should stop thinking. I’m tired of it.”
    “Jensen—”
    *   *   *
    The sound of her name on his lips, his normally smooth, rich voice shaking and gruff,
     made her nipples draw tight and her knees wanted to just give out.
    Fisting her hands in his shirt, Jensen leaned in and pressed her mouth to his neck.
     The heavy weight of his hair blocked her and she pushed it back, taking her time,
     fisting her hands in the dreads, learning the feel, the texture. His chest rose and
     fell against hers, his breathing almost as ragged as her own and his body was shockingly
     hot.
    The warmth of him seeped into her and she shuddered, reveling in it. She wanted to
     fall into him, drown in that warmth, surround herself in it.
    “I spend most of my life thinking. Watching. Remembering. Waiting. I hardly ever feel . I hardly ever do .” She turned her face to his and caught his gaze.
    Then, without so much as blinking, she leaned in and caught his mouth.
    His mouth opened under hers. His hand came up, tangled in her hair.
    “Are you sure?” he growled against her mouth.
    She slid a hand down, under his shirt, dragged her nails across taut skin. “What do
     you think?”
    *   *   *
    “I think you want to see me break,” he muttered, dragging his head from hers.
    Control melted away, like it had never existed but he possessed enough sense of self
     to know two very important things.
    They were on the porch.
    And there was enough light around that anybody who happened by could see them. Keeping
     his arm banded around her, he kept her tucked against him as he fumbled the door open.
    Inside, he didn’t turn on the lights, didn’t do anything but flip the locks on the
     door and then flip her around, putting her back up against the door before he bent
     his head and caught her mouth with his.
    Hot .
    She was hot and sweaty and she shoved her hands into his hair, tugging him down to
     meet her with a greedy, demanding hunger that just about took his head off.
    Working one arm under her hips, he boosted her up and tucked her between him and the
     door. That, he thought, was just about perfect. He angled his hips against her and
     swore, his eyes all but crossing as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She arched
     back, sending jolts of electricity sparking through him as she started to rock and
     ride against him.
    He caught her hip in one hand.