Much better. She closed the distance again as Dean took the glass from her fingers, soft curves pressing against him. Subtle gestures, tiny wordless acts that played on the affection-starved part of Dean's mind, that physically reinforced the planted mental suggestion that he was desired, wanted, needed. Given time it would be all but impossible to separate one from the other.

Her hand ran up his spine again, the same promise of pleasure and pain that had made him his so well before. "Mmm... I like that plan."