"I'll think about it."

I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. His jaw tightened, but he nodded, pulling me closer again. Our lips met in a kiss that tasted like desperation and promises we weren't sure we could keep. His hands moved up my back, fingers tracing my spine like he was trying to memorize every vertebra.

When I pulled away this time, I felt it-hard and insistent against my belly.

A smile tugged at my lips.

"Someone's excited," I murmured against his mouth, deliberately ...