“She,” he extricated his leg and threw them to Jo, who was holding his out to him impatiently, “She can’t smell fear, can she?”
“Fear? Free black porn “What are we doing, Jo?”
She turned to answer him, her body pivoting as a a pedestrian stumbled into Dean’s back, shoving him against her and pressing her between the concrete of the building and the heat of his long lean frame. “Still seems like I got all my parts where they should be, so I’m going to guess you’re not objecting.” He risked a glance at his watch again. “Looks like everything’s still in working order,” he said with a smirk. His hand moved up to cup her face, brushing strands of hair off her cheek as he deepened the kiss. His tongue warred with hers, grappling for dominance until her lips felt swollen, then retreated, frantically finding the curve of her jaw, the shell of her ear, the hollow of her neck before taking her mouth again.
