Rogue gasped when he kissed her in that targeted area, the movement of her hand on his neck temporarily going still. Instinctively, she tilted her head in a wordless plea for more.

"Flatterer," she accused softly. It was hard to believe anything she had said or done would have that much of an influence upon this man. And after all - he hadn't remembered either. The hand against his neck dragged slowly down his spine until it came to rest on the small of his back. She pressed against him there, wanting to feel him closer.