“When you’re nice to me, it makes me want to kiss you,” he warned. “What about when I’m mean?” She allowed herself a playful smile. He palmed her lower back and drew her close to his side. “It makes me want to be mean back.” He slid his hand over the curve of her backside but stopped. “Your patience is admirable,” she said, hoping he didn’t notice her slight gasp between words. “My patience is thin.”
