The grin and the obvious attempt to poke at him would have made Thomas glare at her, six feet four of manly indignation, except Alice's legs were doing quite pleasant things. The look he shot back was pure wickedness for about half a second before he caught her lips with his.

He kissed her slowly, all lazy exploration, while his fingers dropped feather light touches all over her stockinged legs. "Right now I feel like I'm being made fun of," he answered in a soft teasing growl, lips moving down her throat as his fingers found the tops of the stockings and began sliding beneath them. "How does that make you feel?"