What are you working on?” Johnny kissed the top of Liz’s head and threaded his fingers through her hair, tugging until she looked up at him. “Deadline,” she said with a hint of exasperation. “Don’t snap at me. I know what a deadline is, baby. I’ve had them several times in my own career. I was wondering what specific deadline you were working on that kept you out of our bed last night.” “Our bed, is it?” “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I do believe I live here now.” “Only part of the time.” “So that’s the way you want to play this? Semantics? Before you’ve had coffee?” Liz smiled, soft and teasing. Her eyes were alight with near instant arousal and she puckered up for a lip-to-lip kiss. Johnny tightened his hand in her hair, making her wait. “I know you think because I’m completely smitten with you that I’ll let you just flirt and run roughshod all over me to get what you want.” “And I’d be right,” she whispered. Johnny fisted the strands in his palm harder, pulling a gasp of discomfort from Liz.
