"I'm not -- " He trailed off to inhale and hold his breath, ground himself in the here and now. He didn't want to let go too much lest he end this too early. His control was already slip sliding all over the place, the least he could do was at least keep some of it to himself.

"I'm not worrying," he said, finding his voice again. He licked his lips and shook his head. "I'm trying not to embarrass myself. It's different than worrying."

In Thomas's head, that was true. Through the haze of pleasure and the hot press of skin, he was absolutely convinced of that fact.