Re: Top Deck, promenade [adult]
He chuckled darkly, a low rumble of lips curved against her mouth, only breaking the contact to lift her shirt over her head and toss it to the ground. His free hands only had a few seconds to ghost over her arms, the curves of her breasts, when she snapped up his left wrist. His right hand gripped her, steadied her as she tried to make quick work of his gloves.
“Hang on,” he murmured, pulling his hand free from her grip only to nip the end of one finger hold it fast as he yanked his hand away. First one glove joined her shirt and then, after careful shifting, the other did as well. His hands found her again, starting at her waist and letting his hands, palms and fingers calloused, roam over every inch of her soft skin he could find. His mouth captured hers into another searing kiss, tangling tease of teeth and tongue.
When his hands drifted lower, memorizing the sweet curves of her hips and finding the bottoms of her shorts. Bunching the fabric up at his wrists, his hands crept upward until he could grasp her rear and pull her taught against him even as he pulled his lips away briefly, noses still touching. “Legs down, Cat,” he said, more of a question though his labored breath might have disguised the tone. His thumbs found the hem of her fabric once more and tugged them down playfully, knowing he wouldn’t get very far without her help.