Thomas did not intervene. The women had the undressing part covered, who was he to stop them? Instead he shifted behind Kytana, placed his arms around her waist, caressing her belly, her arms and the smooth skin under her breast. All the while kisses were planted across her back. Every kiss, every touch was a worship. And when he glanced over Kytana's shoulder at Micha, his gaze told a story of lust and admiration. With two women as gorgeous as them, it came with ease.