"Unlikely," she countered, her free hand coming up to trace the line of his collarbone. "But if you don't do something in the next few minutes, I'll lose my mind."
Thomas moved with a guttural sound more akin to an animal than a human. He surged, pinning her to the bed with his weight. His hands bracketed her head, his body against hers, and the overwhelming presence of him stole the air from her lungs.
"Then let's make sure you don't," he growled, and slid down her body before she could respond.
His mouth was hot against her skin. He skipped the teasing kisses and the slow exploration that he had previously allowed himself. This was different. This was a man starved. He nudged her thighs apart with his shoulders, settling in between them, and then paused.
