Alec was almost sad to see her boots come off, though the extra height difference made him feel oddly better. Whether he could best her in a duel was debatable - she was surely more violent and ruthless than him - but a height advantage would be more than welcome in a physical fight.
Not that fighting her was what he wanted to do. His hands, which had been appreciating her bare breasts while she took care of her boots and pants, ran down over her sides to her bare hips, raking his nails over her thighs. Then he responded to her growl with a softer one of his own and his hands went to the fastenings of his jeans as he kicked off his shoes, letting his pants and socks fall to the floor.