Bohannon wasn't sure what she was about when she reached behind, so he leaned back. Even as she made short work of the little cotton confection. He glanced from it, as it fell, to her eyes. Almost as if he were asking permission to look, before he actually did.
And when she was bare, he took a deep breath. The last woman he'd seen in such a state had been his late wife. He leaned back and just took her in for a minute. His appreciation clearly straining against the buttons of his trousers. His tongue traced slowly over his lower lip. Did she want him to bare it all too, was the question.