Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

She reveled in the way his gaze moved appreciatively across her form but she rolled her eyes at his twisting of her words. You just can't accept that I won this time, she said, a playful smile curving her lips. She actually kind of liked it; it gave her more ammo to push his buttons. 

For a few moments, it seemed like he was going to accept it anyway, but then his expression changed. Something in his gaze made heat run through her veins and her stomach tighten. His eyes held her own even as his paws were suddenly draped around her neck. It wasn't until he moved his tongue across his soft lips that her eyes finally left his, lowering to watch the movement. She was sufficiently distracted. She barely noticed the shift in his expression, too caught up in the charged moment, so when his leg pushed against her hip while his other kicked her leg from beneath her, she had no time to react. She was on the ground and again, and he was on top over her. 

But she didn't struggle. She only lifted her eyes to meet his again, letting him gloat. She responded with only a playful raise of her eyebrow at first. That definitely wasn't fair, she said, quieter than she would have liked. You distracted me. Then she lifter her head and boldly nipped under his chin—a playful reprimand.