Of course he does it on purpose. She just makes it so easy. Though, in this instance, she totally started it. Really Kenzi can blame herself, though if she really does want to resist, he'll wait. He's a patient man. Rumlow simply smiles an unfathomable smile, knowing all too well how hard she's trying.

"You sure about that, sweetheart?"

He asks, eyes flicking down to where she's sat upon her hands. It might stop her -- for a minute or two. Rumlow is very sure of himself, always has been. Seducing his wife is really no different. Though really, if all she wants to do is make out, he's okay with that too. Either way, it's fun to play with her, get her all riled up.

His fingers squeeze at the back of her neck, massaging the muscles on either side of her spine. It usually works pretty quick to make her slump against him in appreciation for the touch, but he decides to turn things up, just a little. He tugs at her hair, tilting her head back while his own tips forward, the barest catch of stubble on his cheek ghosting across her own while his lips find her ear.

"Suit yourself."