Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe it was the mania, but as soon as he heard her tone he leaned over her and shoved it much harder than she had, sending it toppling to the floor with a strangely satisfying thud and ding, sending a few loose sheets flying. He'd buy a new one. He didn't want it, he didn't want the mistakes he'd made in the past creeping up on him to ruin this fucking incredible relationship. As much as their pasts were a part of them, they didn't have to be defined by them.
He gasped and moaned as her hands were suddenly on him, and he realised just how much it was turning him on to have her like this. Maybe it was partly the rush of getting back what he'd almost lost. Or it was just her.
"I fucking love you, too. Don't you ever forget it," he insisted, his lips dropping to kiss roughly at her neck, teeth grazing at her soft, pale skin as he gripped onto her. He needed more skin, he needed her naked even though it meant losing that contact for a moment. He pulled back to quickly rid her of the camisole, not stopping to tease, or toy with the lace as he might have done otherwise, and then his lips were back on her.