He'd dropped onto his knees, elbows crested into the couch with his hands together. He rubbed his thumbs against his lips, pushing the bottom lip in between them. He eyed her legs moving a step closer, slowly like he was the tic of a clock hand. Whether she felt invaded or not he put his hands on her knees, pulling himself up so that they remained eye-level and settled right there between her legs as if he belonged there.
Greed was not at all daunted by her defeat, he'd take the kiss and then go in for the original game plan. Did she really think she'd wiggled out of a tickle fest? Hell. No. He nudged her nose with his own. "Is that a yes?"