"Clarence, are you asking me to help you take your clothes off?" she asked softly, pressing light kisses against his jaw. She didn't wait for him to answer. Carefully, she pulled his shirt over his head, expertly avoiding getting him caught in it. The fabric ruffled his hair as it pulled free and Meg tossed it aside, narrowly avoiding the table covered in candles. That was all they would need at a time like this, though she doubted a little fire would distract her from the current object of her affection. She ran her hands across his chest in unabashed admiration. Her touch, at first feather light, grew more demanding as she pressed her lips to his throat, trailing hard kisses and soft little bites across the sensitive skin. She was finding it harder and harder to control the movements of her body, but she did her best to remain as still and unhurried as possible. He was testing her will power, and she wasn't sure how long it would hold out against such obvious temptation.
In an effort to return the favor he'd unknowingly done for her, she reached for the hem of her own shirt. Breaking contact with him for barely a second, she yanked the shirt over her head and threw it away to join his shirt on the floor. She wanted to return to touching him immediately, but held herself in check, leaning back against the pillows so he could look at her. He'd seen her in a state of undress once already, but this was different. The candle light cast a golden glow across her skin and reflected in the smooth red satin of her bra. A tiny red bow was nestled in the space between her breasts.
Looking up at him, for just a moment, Meg caught her breath. He truly was a beautiful man, but it went beyond physical beauty. The way he looked at her...it made her feel like a person. Someone important, and worth loving. Did he love her? She wasn't sure he knew how to love someone. Angels weren't built that way, but then, neither were demons. She wanted him so bad she could almost taste it, but it wasn't about the sex. It was about being close to him, connecting to him.
"See anything you like?" she asked softly, placing both hands on his hips and drawing him down to press against her.