“What are you doing?' I demanded.

'Making sure you're comfortable.'

'And how will you accomplish that by lying on top of me?'

'I won't.' A shadowy grin appeared. 'I'm doing that because I like lying on top of you.'

'Well, I don't.' I bit out, pulse thundering.

His chest brushed against mine, sending a velvet shiver through me. 'That's a lie.'

'It's not.' I held the dagger to his neck. 'Truly.”