He was careful, clutching her to him as he moved, which surprised her in the same way his surrender had. In some ways, she had read him perfectly and in others he had surprised her. Which made things so much more interesting now that she could explore slowly without the need to break and collar.

It didn't take too many steps, and once Lara was able to rest her weight on the counter, her hands were freed to touch, to rake her nails along Dean's torso and tangle in his shirt. Her legs remained loosely wrapped around him as she trailed a line of heated kisses from his ear to his jaw. An unseen feral smile played on her lips as her hand ripped at his shirt with casual strength, the fabric parting with a soft sigh that echoed hers.