This day wasn't going in the direction she had thought it was going to. At all. She didn't wake up that morning with the plan that she was see more than his average Revolutionary Gent attire would allow. Yet, here he was, gloriously naked. And as he stood there and just let her take him in, she did just that. She even went as far to lean back, both her hands against the felt top of the pool table.
Maryanne couldn't help but giggle softly, a little whisper of a sound really, as he removed his own socks. How was it that someone could be so devastatingly sexy, and heartbreakingly adorable at the same time? Leave it to Alexander Hamilton, who was a superman in his own right.
But his next words stopped her heart. And made up her mind for her. It showed on her face, the giggles stopped, her lips remained parted. He was knocking down firmly built was left and right. One stone brick at a time. "If that wasn't the sweetest thing I've heard in a long time, I might have to argue with you." She leaned forward. One hand guided his, just as he had done her-because, fuck, that had been all kinds of sexy, around to the back of the garter belt, where two little buttons sat. The other hand rested on his cheek, as she brought her lips to meet his. This kiss was tender, and gentle. Almost like she was worshiping his lips, rather than the part she had been thinking of moments ago.