Although Henry was quite the advocate for thought, he had decided at this point in time that he didn't want thought, no thinking had no place here in this moment. His mind was parsing a delightful static that seemed to be 'empty, no thought' because lust was making him stupid, absolutely and utterly stupid.

(he was not thinking of love right now, that was forever going to be on autopilot running like a system underneath the surface.)

"I know that is a promise, and probably a threat." a delicious one.

He grabbed that shoulder and pulled Alex toward him so that he could bite at that lower lip. "I am going to squeeze you so hard you are going to forget your name... and probably what day or time it is."