Thomas’s thoughts were far less cute and innocent, not that her thoughts could be quite qualified as innocent given the fact that she was kissing and touching a very naked man who was over a decade older than her. And his thoughts on her feeling good to be close to were more focused on the fact that he had a teenaged girl pressed up against him, slick and warm.
An answering, if far less broad smile pulled at his lips for a second, when her fingers brushed over his cheek in a butterfly soft touch. Not really knowing why, and choosing to purposefully not examine his reason for the slight smile. Savannah was far more prone to tiny touches, like the kiss on his chest than he was. He was more likely to stroke his flattened hand down across the slick skin of her back to cup one of her buttocks, and far more likely, it seemed to be affected by the position they stood in.