Sucking in a sharp breath at the bite, I bring a hand up, fingers pushing through his hair and twisting into the locks. I give a slight tug as a warning when he decided to play dumb.

I want to turn back around. I want him on top of and to still be able to kiss his stupidly perfect lips. I want...

"You know what I want," I whisper. Judging by how things feel back there, not all parts of him are playing along with his game. "Because you want it, too."