[ And there goes that shiver down his spine. Enough of slow and easy. He can't wait after all the months of torture and foreplay and that hot, hot nurse's outfit. His hand slips down to her hip, rolling her body against his for moment, savoring the delicious feel of her on him and him on her and...
Fuck, he can't handle it.
He'll be tugging on those strings, instinctively finding the one that undoes the knot. It's certainly not the first time he's undressed a woman. It's just the first time he's felt so... desperate.
Breaking the kiss, Dean shifts lower, kissing her jaw, her neck, sucking on the ridge of skin just above her collarbone. He's making a conquest, and he doesn't care if anyone else knows it. ]