“Get up here,” he said, voice rough with impatience. “What do you—” Another yank, and I was on his chest. “Grab the headboard, Lauren.” I did as he said, and he scooted lower, clearly intending for me to ride his face. “What if I suffocate you?” I asked. “You don’t have to look so excited by the idea,” he shot back. I grinned. “It’d be the perfect murder.” He laughed. “Then I guess that makes me your willing victim.”
