Rex laughed under his breath. "Ohhh, but if I remember correctly," he began, tone wicked, "it was you who refused to admit defeat, asked for round two, and mounted—"
"Stop. Stop!" she yelped, mortified, and pounced on him, trying to smother his mouth with her hand. "Don't say it!"
Rex let out a muffled laugh as she tackled him, her hair falling forward, wild and slightly tangled from the night. He caught her effortlessly, his hands slipping around her waist as he rolled them slightly so she was straddling him.
She was glaring at him, cheeks burning, her hand still over his mouth. But her flushed face, the tousled strands framing it, those slightly parted red lips—it was almost too much.
He reached up, cupped her face, and kissed her deeply.
Her eyes widened for a second, her hand frozen in place... but then slowly, her fingers slid away, and her lips softened against his. For a moment, everything else faded. Just warmth. Breath. A slow, consuming kiss.
