When she said wait, he was sure for a millisecond that she was putting the brakes on, but Thad was relieved when she tugged her camisole off instead. He would have respected her if she'd put a stop to things, of course--his parents had raised him right, for all he could be a cad at times--but he was much happier that she was still willing to continue.
He went back to her willingly, enjoying the wide expanse of skin more accessible to him now, and his hands eagerly seized the opportunity, one hand going behind her to curl around her back, the other holding her side, his thumb stroking over the smooth skin of her taut stomach as he kissed her again. And then the hand on her back slid down, slipping under the band of her bottoms to feel up her arse--and an impressively toned arse it was. He made a sound of mixed approval and arousal against her lips.