Tracey had already been leaning into the kiss, tongue tentatively slipping past his lips to taste him, but when his hand moved over her breast, she pulled back slightly. Not in fear or discomfort at all, but to moan softly, resting her forehead against his as her eyes pressed shut. She arched her back just slightly in encouragement even as his hand slipped down to her ribs, and murmured his name in a half-moaned tone, "Theo..." No sooner had it slipped from her lips than she was brushing her lips over his again, suckling gently on his lower lip before pressing her lips to his.