The bedroom swallowed them whole.
Thomas laid her across the turned-down sheets, his hands trembling just slightly, allowing Sylvia to feel he was holding back.
She reached up and pulled the robe free.
The fabric whispered against her skin and then pooled beneath her.
Thomas made a sound.
His gaze moved across her body as if he were memorizing forbidden territory, and Sylvia observed his throat work as he swallowed.
"You are—" He stopped.
"I am still demanding."
His mouth twitched, but the darkness in his eyes didn't lighten. "You are incorrigible."
"I am naked in your bed. Vocabulary can wait."
The collar at her nape pulsed once, registering proximity, registering him. The new gland beneath the protective barrier answered with a warmth that spilled down her spine.
"Your scent changed," he said.
"Good changed or alarming changed?"
"Wet changed."
The bluntness of it hit her low in the belly.
