If you thought about it, that was just as much Meghan's fault as his, because she'd had to go and turn her head just as he'd been trying to kiss her. She thought he had, anyway. It looked like he had and then his lips had landed somewhere decidedly not her lips and she was stuck between mentally kicking herself for that shift and wondering if he'd really meant to kiss her after all.
A smile tugged at her lips as his kissed down her neck, her moment of over-analytic crazy gone as she let herself enjoy that. "Good... dessert is my favorite part of the meal, you know," she murmured, keeping up the little ruse of innuendo, even though those lips were a little distracting. She reached back to thread a set of fingers in his hair and thought for a moment that the back of the couch was quite inconveniently in the way at the moment, but she almost didn't mind just now, because his lips on her neck felt nice.