"God, Debi!" Zach groaned when her deft fingers found, and freed him from the uncomfortable confines of his jeans. Not content to merely have them unzipped, he dropped one hand to the waistband and pushed the ancient denim down over his hips until he could kick them aside.
Once free of them entirely, his hand raised to toy with the sarong's knot at her shoulder. "One thing I didn't get to ask yet," he shot a predatory grin at her, "but are you wearing anything under there?"