A temporary slip in sanity caused me to lean forward a press a kiss to his thigh. The sound that tore from Johnny’s chest was a pained, guttural groan. “Shannon, please—” I kissed him again. “Fuck,” he grunted, legs shaking now. “I can’t…” The third time I kissed him, he fisted my hair and pulled my face to his. “Shannon,” Johnny groaned, sounding both pained and breathless, as he gently pressed his forehead to mine. “We can’t—” I silenced whatever he was about to say by putting my lips on his.
