Obediently, Michael leans over and kisses her, though it’s light and teasing, not even as much as he’d given her at the restaurant. He keeps his hands to himself as he finishes undoing the buttons on his shirt before sliding the thing off and tossing it somewhere behind him. He pulls back from her mouth in order to peel off his undershirt, and then he’s left bare-chested, his nipples hardening quickly in the cool air.
He goes back to kissing her, still softly, and only touches her to take her gloves off, unwind her scarf, remove some of her jewelry, loosen her coat. All this is done with care; he doesn’t treat her clothing with the same hurried disregard as he does his own.