Damon had tried to be polite, but there was only so much he could take. The minute creep of blood through her skin painted it a pale cream-pink, and where her arms didn't quite meet, he could see that it highlighted the darkness of her nipples perfectly.
"You're right, we have been a bit uneven," he said, with delicious malice in his voice. Slowly, he pushed his pants down over his hips, kicking them off. His shirt followed and in the blink of an eyes, he was completely naked, his cock laying hot and hard against his stomach.
"Better?" he asked, cupping his hand over himself, and pressing down.