Romeo's grin broadened, which he didn't think possible, and he smiled a smile as bright as the sun. "I'll do my best not to make you say it," he said in a voice thick with desire.

Neck kisses were fantastic; he kept his head where it was so he could keep enjoying it and nipped slightly, arfully, along her own jawline. His hands were still busy, though one was now dipping along the curve of her waist, hovering on the curve of her hip where it rose out of her pajama pants.