DEACON
I became painfully aware of several things at once. Emma's long, lithe body was pressed up against me. Her full breasts rubbed my chest as she sucked in a quick breath. Her face was tilted up to stare into mine, and her lips were slightly parted in surprise.
And I wanted to kiss her more than I'd wanted anything in a very long time.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Her voice trembled slightly, but I wasn't sure if it was from fury or desire. I hoped it was the latter, but I had a hunch it was the former.
"There's a snake coming down the side of your trailer-right behind you. It was about to slither onto your . . .uh, chest."
"What the f**k?"
And then she was climbing on me, her arms locked around my neck, her legs circling my waist.
"Whoa." Out of instinct-and
