She glared at him. “Don’t you even think about it. It gets slapped enough,” she chided with a frown. Mostly by overweight, intoxicated males, though she had a firm inkling that Reed would never slap her ass – not right now, anyway.
It did tickle, as she felt goose bumps rise in that particular spot, squirming away just a little. That’s what he got for tickling her! Turning to look at him, her eyes rolled. It was taking a pretty damn long time for him to kiss her again. “And because you totally won’t…” Faltering, her hand moved to the nape of his neck and suddenly jerked him towards her, closing the space between their lips.