“Stop angering me, then,” he said softly. Angling up her head so their faces got even closer, sending a tingle down her spine, she rasped, “I am not trying to anger you.” Merrick’s mouth twitched. “And yet you’re so good at it.” Fighting the smile pushing to lift her lips, she shrugged. “I have had a lot of practice.” Merrick’s nose brushed along hers, slowly, deliberately, and her knees went weak. “Maybe I need to train you to please me instead of piss me off.”
