Chapter SIX

“Come on, Violet, easy now. You know me,” he said trying to get that scared look off her lovely face.

“But I don’t know you, Dean. Not enough for this,” she said and gestured between them, “I don’t usually jump guys who rescue me from car wrecks!”

“It’s alright. Look at me. You are okay, little one, you are safe with me,” Dean said, trying his best to calm his mate down.

Shit. He shouldn’t have kissed her back. But how was he supposed to react when she’d jumped on him?

His cock throbbed inside his pants at the image of her slamming him down onto the area rug with that gorgeous, half-dressed body of hers.

Holy fuck.

Dean had growled lustfully when he found himself sprawled out with his arms full of his luscious mate. Her soft, sugar cookie flavored lips devoured him upon contact. Tongues tangled, teeth nipped, Dean growled and wrapped his arms around her, crushing her full breasts against his chest.