More than anything

Thomas gives Greta's trousers a gentle push once he has them loose, coaxing the fabric down from her hips as she rocks back against him. His breath catches and He holds her like that, just for a moment, before he coaxes her to turn to face him. One hand catches her chin so that he can kiss her.

Rather than speaking, though, Thomas drops his hand so he can catch Greta by the waist, neatly lifting her to sit her on the edge of the counter. He fits himself neatly between her thighs and smiles against her lips.