Licking his lips, trying to take deeper breaths, light eyes flicked up to her face through brows and lashes as she unbuttoned his pants. Hands pushed up along her body, pulling her shirt off and tossing it toward the shelves of the shed before starting to unbutton his overshirt. Inbetween actions his lips moved over the exposed neck, teeth scraping at the major nerve that ran straight to the brain.
All his plans left to the sun as it started to hit the horizon in its slumber. His own clothes forgotten about, his mouth began to move along her collar bone, hands sliding to her own pants. Her outfit had been better prepared for the fishing trip than where everything was leading; more appropriate than the dress he had found her in while blind which had been an interesting testing of the waters in her evolving style.