Finnick laughs, pressing a kiss to her breastbone as the sound of her smack rings in the air. It stings, but it doesn't bother him. It makes it better in a way, sends heat through his veins, stomach tightening. "I'm not being an asshole. I'm just denying you the absolute privilege of getting my pants off yet."

He plants another kiss on her skin, lower, below her diaphragm. "Can't always get what you demand, Johanna."