Why was she angry? It all seemed to be in an uncertain state as her body began to take command, pushing her thoughts and emotions of the way, her desires moving to take control. When he pulled her closer, she couldn't help but moan against his lips, as if he was suddenly off the hook.
When he pulled back, instinctively her head rested against his and she took in her own breath.
"You can't just...kiss me like that...and think we are ok..." She whispered. Her eyes still had the faint signs of tears, but her tone had at least a hint of amusement and playfulness in it. And her hand was gripping his hair so very tight, the way she did when she craved him in all the right ways.