"Then you know I never cheat," Kitty couldn't help but enjoy his mock outrage, the way he grumbled about it, and maybe she just wanted to watch him take his own shirt off. John was many things, and incredibly attractive was one of them, and watching him get out of his clothes appealed in a way that simply phasing them off of him did not. So she helped him a little, and still left him just enough work to give herself just a little bit of something she liked. It was a win win as far as Kitty was concerned.
She absolutely was aware that she was pushing buttons, but then that was the whole point, to get him just as revved up as he did with her, those low growls sending a thrill through her as she laughed and wrapped herself around him when he lifted her up off her feet and then thrust into her in one quick movement.
It wasn't exactly what he'd promised, but in that moment Kitty couldn't care less. Not when his lips met hers again and he thrust into her hard and fast making her toes curl in pleasure and need for more of exactly that.
Maybe the setting was a little bit .... wrong, no not wrong, just unorthodox - but John knew how to light a fire in her that seemed unwilling to wait for things like a different setting, particularly when they were alone. And right here, right now - it was just the two of them and Kitty was only too happy to have John exactly like this. She gasped when his hips met hers again, leaning back to change the angle to take him just a little bit deeper, urging him on as she moaned.