And she loved that grin of his. Loved everything about him, but -especially- that grin. "Good," she purred in a low, sultry tone as she pressed herself closer to him, her hand finally moving over the flat of his stomach and sliding lower, "Because I'm not letting you go until I even the score." She grinned, "Well.. Maybe not even then."

Let's be fair, she wasn't letting him go ever and she knew it. So as her hand moved lower towards its destination, she leaned in, pressing her lips against his chest and leading in the opposite direction up towards his neck, though she held off nipping or biting this time. For now. In her opinion it had been much too long since she kissed him, and that was her other goal, pressing her lips and tongue against his mouth surprisingly aggressively at the same time as her hand reached that warm length between his legs.