The door to the hotel room closes and Dean pins me against the wall, yanking my shirt over my head. I should be terrified, but I'm actually excited. I'm here, alone, with Dean Winchester. And he wants me in a way that nobody has ever wanted me before.
"If I knew that you were hiding this under that shirt, I would have taken it off a long time ago."
He admires my body, his hands traveling down to my hipbones. I bite my tongue as he takes off his shirt. It's everything I've dreamed of and more. Sculpted muscles and that amazing tattoo. I let my fingers roam his chest, tracing the muscles and the tattoo. He closes his eye, letting out a groan. My fingers trail down his arms. I test the new waters, moving them down to his belt. Lower. Lower. Dean grabs my wrists in his hands. He pins them above my head, his lips touching my neck again.
"Stop. Teasing. Me."
This is all new and unfamiliar. When Dean opens a bedroom door and pushes me inside, I let all my worry fade away, replacing it with want and need.