Thomas's grin was immediate, devastating in its effect on Sylvia's composure. "Noted," he said, his voice dropping to a husky tone that vibrated through her entire body. "I'll try to keep up."
Sylvia's mind was filled with one word, "danger." And not because Tom could hurt her physically, but because Tom felt a lot more enthusiastic, and she was wondering if their stamina even matched.
"Tom…"
"Oh, Sylvia, don't be cruel now." Tom said with a low laugh while removing her shirt. His eyes paused on the breasts resting in a soft blue bra, and his grin grew larger, more hungry. He devoured her with his gaze, his thumbs already hooking under the straps.
"I've been wanting to see these since the moment I met you," he rasped, his voice thick with lust. He slid the straps down her arms, his knuckles grazing her skin, leaving a trail of fire. The blue lace fell away, and her breasts spilled free, nipples already pebbled and tight.
