This was a paradox to Dalton. On one hand, he wanted to immediately rip her clothes off. But on the other hand, he knew in his brain of brains that it would be far better to remain calm.
Slowly, carefully, he reached up and removed Steph's shirt. He looked into her eyes for a sign of approval. Then he looked at her bra and fought the urge to remove that, too. Pants and panties seemed far more important right now.