Teddy practically growled, glaring playfully at her as she pinged the waistband of his underwear.
"Nope," he murmured, "This one's all me." As was the rest of him, now. He was Teddy again from head to toe. Kissing her hard, he slid his hands under her t-shirt, fingertips dancing over smooth skin. He'd missed this. Not that he'd had any shortage of willing bed partners; but someone like Victoire was different. And not just because she was the only serious relationship he'd had. Well. Not only.