…to shut them up.
Jill was babbling again, it was just something she did when stressed, open her mouth and let whatever inane thing came into her head spill out. Chris guessed she must have been nervous about the mission, because she hadn’t given him a moments peace since they’d stepped onto the chopper. He couldn’t blame her, just another day in a war on bioterror that never ended. But he couldn’t deny it was getting on his nerves.
“And then I said–”
“Jill. JILL.”
“Yeah, Chris?”
He leaned over and pressed his lips to her open ones, shoving his tongue between her teeth, muffling whatever protest she had. She melted against him as he kissed her, roughly, and desperately for a long moment.
When they finally broke apart, he took a breath and exhaustedly pleaded. “Please stop talking.”
