The smirk that she felt against her neck was just as hot as his smile, but she noticed the way that it disappeared and the way that he stilled almost instantly. It was such a small moment that she wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't been so focused on him. She immediately opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, but he pushed into her and for that moment, Daphne's brain fixated on only that feeling and not the concern.
She would have gotten back to asking him once he'd moved against her, but then his mouth was on hers and Daphne was much too wrapped up in the moment to backtrack. Her hands moved, one sliding to the back of his head, the other down his back, fingernails dragging against him. Maybe she would pose the question later as to what had bothered him so. If, of course, she could remember.