The way they'd kissed that first night had been intense and heady, but like this - tonight, it was something all together different. And Kitty loved the change of it, the way that John touched her, she felt his desire in each press of his lips against her skin and in the way his hands roamed over her before he was pulling his shirt up and over his head and throwing it away. "I'm glad we're on the same page."
She knew that he'd be attractive with his shirt off, but the reality of it was so much better than simply knowing it. And though she'd have liked to take some time to let her hands explore the planes of his chest, he was pulling at her shirt too, it could have been a demand the way he told her to take it off, but she hear that tone in his voice that made it something else.
Her shirt came off with the same kind of haste that he'd used when taking off his own, she threw it over his shoulder and pulled him back again to kiss him once more. "Touch me," She breathed between kisses, "I want to feel your hands on me."