Dean grinned, moving to the edge of the bed to put her legs over his shoulders. "Well, yeah, but still. Got too much to do still before I check out. Sex shouldn't be lethal." Knives, sure. Crossbows, totally. Guns, absolutely. But not going down on a girl.
Once she was in position he set to, running a stubbled cheek against her inner thigh. Damn, she's pale. Sorta hot.