That growl that escapes gets a slightly muffled moan out of her. After all, she's trying not to make any noise which is hard to do. Especially when she's got those strong, warm hands over her. And then just like that, they're not anymore. No, they're doing more. Like trying to get her jeans the hell out of the way. So she does what she can and lifts her hips, so it'd be easier. Then again easier might end up with claws ripping through clothing.

The kiss is unexpected but she kisses him back, deepening the kiss and taking her free hand to wrap around the back of his neck. Her hand that's stroking him stopping long enough to push at those damn jeans. Getting them the hell out of the way.

She can't stop it, nor does she want to, when a moan slips past her lips. Especially when air hits her legs and well... she's already wet, so that doesn't help either. And getting worse every time that he growled.