With that sharp pinch, I let out an embarrassingly needy whine, like I'm not the one that started this little game. I follow after him, but I take a detour at the last second, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, catching the smile line -- or maybe frown line bracketing his mouth and then moving along with nipping kisses along his jaw.

My teeth close over his earlobe, giving it a light suck, blunt nails scraping across his shoulders. Then I make my way back to his lips all over again, the kiss just a little deeper this time, but just as fleeting.