Something was happening that she didn't quite understand. She felt the intensity of the moment, felt her arousal flooding through her like an old, familiar friend, but there was something else that made her want to slow down, take her time. She wasn't completely sure what kind of experience Castiel even had but, whatever it was, he had lit a fire that just might consume her if she let it. And, at the moment, she was more than willing to let it. His kisses became a bit fiercer, a bit more passionate, and she responded in kind, gasping for breath she did not need every time they broke apart.
She hadn't expected this. Sure, she'd invited it. She'd baited him as any woman might when she wanted something from a man. But what was happening between them was so much...more...in every sense of the word. She hooked one ankle behind his knee, feeling him pressed against her as tightly as two people could be. Her hands settled on his shoulder blades for a brief moment, squeezing him tight. A low moan filled her mouth as she kissed him and she resisted the urge to move her hips against his. Not yet...he wasn't ready for that. She had to let him lead, and it was killing her to do so.
When his hand touched the bare skin of her stomach, she nearly jumped in surprise. To cover her momentary shock, she made a bold move. She needed to feel him against her. She needed that contact of skin on skin. She'd seen him without his shirt often enough in the last few days, but not in this context. Not with these desires rushing through her body. She broke their kiss and pushed him back ever so slight, grinning wickedly, and tugged his shirt upwards.
"You're overdressed for this party, feathers," she practically purred at him. "I'll show you mine," she teased, breathing lightly against the skin of his throat as she inched his shirt higher, "if you show me yours."