If Troy could accept the fact of what Lux had said earlier about her having had a thing for him, too, all this time, then he would be more able to rationalize that this was actually happening. That there had always been unresolved tension between them was something that he'd thought he'd imagined. Apparently not. The little smirk on her face and the look in her eyes as he touched and kissed her at least meant that she didn't hate what he was doing. And any thought that what he was doing was only the least bit acceptable was erased with the way that Lux trembled against him. The feel of her hand on the back of his head made him close his eyes for a moment, enjoying the way she was reacting. His mouth lingered against her breasts while his hands wandered down to the hem of her top. His hands moved up underneath her shirt, his fingertips grazing the flesh of her sides and her back. God, but her skin was soft. Everything he touched of Lux's body, Troy just wanted to touch more. Was it possible to pass out from being too aroused? Lifting his head, Troy kissed all along Lux's neck and face, finding her lips again. Pulling back a little, Troy's hands found the hem of her shirt and tugged up slightly, as if asking for permission. The fact that she still had stopped him was beginning to completely leave his mind as he focused on the little things.