Grey's attention was still split between Amunet's warning and the fact that she was half naked against him when one hand slipped behind her back and found the clasp of her bra with irritating ease.
Amunet felt the tension disappear from the garment and practically hissed into his ear, pulling back just enough to glare at him while Grey wore an expression of complete innocence.
"What?" Grey asked. "You're the one who said we can't just stand still. It's either this, or I start pulling more sensitive garments out of the way."
Amunet's lip twitched, yet she had known what sort of person Grey was long before she dragged him into this room, and some part of her had already accepted that this was probably going to happen. What annoyed her more was the strange need she felt to protest anyway, as though it mattered that Grey understood she wasn't casually stripping in front of him simply because she felt like it.
