Chapter 417 His Girl Ch2

• The table creaked when Dean finally eased back, his palms braced on either side of her hips. Jill lay sprawled across the worn wood, hair a wild halo against the grain, her chest still shuddering with the last ragged drag of breath.
• For a second she stayed there, eyes shut, skin flushed, mouth swollen where his teeth had caught her lip more than once. He watched her — let himself look — every soft line of her body claiming a space in him that no promise, no vow had ever touched before.
• She cracked one eye open, found him staring. A soft laugh broke from her throat — tired, raw, but real. “Stop looking at me like that.”