“You’re really making me work for it, aren’t you, love?” My hand brushes up his arm and to his strained biceps. “I’m keeping you on your toes. Wouldn’t want you to get bored with me.” He shakes his head and gently places both of his hands on either side of my face. “Not in a million years.” He inclines, and his mouth joins with mine, setting every inch of my skin into an inferno.
