Dean laughed against her neck, nipping at it a bit when she accused him of checking her out.  It was true.  He couldn’t believe he was seeing her, and then she was wearing such a simple, but perfect outfit for him to come home to.  It was as if she knew he was on his way, with those thighs.  He continued his assault on her neck, feeling her heartbeat as he placed his kisses, which just egged him on.

One of his favorite things to do was feel how her heartbeat changed in her hands, her arms, her neck, anywhere when he was near.  It was proof to him that he had her wrapped up, mentally.  Yes, he was possessive.  Sure.  But who wouldn’t want the person they loved to get excited at a tiny touch?

Not to mention, when her heart sped up, his did too, causing him to gasp against her skin.  He trailed his kisses all the way back up to her lips, smirking against them as she egged him on with her words.  

“I was planning on it…”, he laughed against her lips, quickly smashing his own against them, his fingers hooking into the bottom of her vest and whipping it over her head, and then pinning both her arms there with his hands.  Things were back to normal, and he couldn’t help the small moan of excitement that left his throat as he kissed her.

Bobby was going to be pissed as hell…