Heidi silently congratulated herself for her fine bit of strategy, and despite the new set of distractions on her breasts, scraped together the good sense to silence them both with her mouth. It made shoving his pants off his hips even more complicated in the dark, cramped space, but nothing short of an act of God--Or at least a major prophet--was going to stop her now.
Not that Nathan's hands weren't making an extremely compelling argument against her willpower. Every drift of his thumb was making muscles that hadn't been used twitch to attention, and brought back every frustrated dream she'd had concerning her husband and activities like this one. Dreams she'd woken abruptly from in an empty bed, with too few pillows to successfully smother her flushed faced with.
Using that resentment as a catalyst, Heidi pulled him away from the wall, and minding the downed trousers, carefully guided him back until he was flush against it. Feeling the ground with her foot, she found the readjustment had managed to walk part of the legs over his shoes and onto the floor. Nathan would have to shake them off to insure he wouldn't slip.