Anne gave a small 'oof' sound when he pulled her shirt off and dropped it over the side of the bed. Her hand only tightened in his jeans when he did so and she gasped as his mouth moved over her skin. He was teasing and he wanted to kill her with it. That was the only explanation. He didn't know what he was doing to her.
Clinging to his head as his mouth traveled across her skin, she gave a whimper here and a low moan there. Her hands clenched in his hair as his lips brushed the underside of her bra again and she pulled his head up just a little.