Chapter 142

“Dan!” I laugh, squirming away. Once I’m on my feet again, I wipe at the damp imprint of his lips on my face, still giggling. “Rubbing it in,” I say before he can ask. He reaches for me but I skip back. “Later,” I tell him.

“You don’t want to?” he asks. This time he pushes up from the bed and swipes at me, almost catching the front of my sweater before I move out of reach. “You want to make me beg, is that it? You like to bring a soldier to his knees?”

“I’d like to get this room straight,” I say, though every part of my body cries out for him. When he sits back down on the edge of the bed, I lean on his knees, my face right in front of his, and I kiss the tip of his nose. “Let’s just get this out of the way first,” I murmur. In an effort to quiet me, he covers my mouth with his, but I pull away. Doesn’t he know how hard it is to resist him when he’s like this? “Get this place straight and then I’m all yours, what do you say?”