Diana had opened her mouth to answer, no doubt some sassy retort, but it fell out of her head as Thor kissed her. Of course it did. She had never been the type to lose her head over a man, in her opinion, but it seemed that there were exceptions to every rule. In truth, she had fallen for Steve Trevor quite quickly, too, but in her defense, two men in a thousand years hardly made her a hopeless romantic.
So she simply hadn’t answered, and instead had curled one hand into his tee shirt and the other cupped the back of his head as they kissed. She liked his hair, and always had, and a kiss was another opportunity to touch. Eventually, though, no matter how badly she wanted to luxuriate in the feel of his tongue against hers, Diana did have to breathe, and so instead she pressed kisses along his jawline, nosing at his jaw until he tilted his head enough that she could continue her kisses along his neck.
“Now who couldn’t wait?” She asked, and nipped his neck gently, before she simply let her forehead rest on his shoulder.