Eddie moved both hands to their hips, just drifting over slightly-too-warm skin and taking the shirt with it. Once the fabric bunched at their waist he stayed there a bit, fingertips just brushing their ribs under it. He broke from the kiss to press his lips under their jaw instead.
After a few minutes, when he was satisfied there, he leaned back, opening the space between them so he could push the shirt the rest of the way up, gently pulling it up over J'mon's head and off, dropping it to one side on the floor. As beautiful as the fabric had been, he was far more intrigued by what was underneath.