No. He couldn't say he didn't like it. That was entirely true. However, that didn't mean that he wasn't intent on hearing it fall, at last, from her lips. Truth be told, he was getting a bit frustrated that she'd not done so; if he only knew how many other things he'd be required to wait on in dating and loving this female, he might stop before his heart was fully hers.

Capturing her hand, he was pressing very wet, very sensual kisses to the digits as she looked away from him. When she turned back and tangled her hands into his hair, the groan that escaped him was more than necessary.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph! He wanted this woman! In his bed;
right bloody now!

"Well, if we both know..." she said, trailing off and giving him a crooked sort of grin. "I guess I don't actually have to tell you that I like you. Makes my job easier, you know?"

She was infruiating!

"Bloody 'ell, woman!" he growled impatiently. "Do you really find it fun to torture me like this? Hm?" He didn't dump her from his lap though. Instead, his lips worked along her neck as he told her, between kisses, just how much she was driving him up a wall. Words became meaningless when he reached her lips, his tongue tracing her lower lip before he was suckling the sensitive skin and pulling her closer to him working to bruise his own lips as his tongue brushed against her own.