Eliot shifted, sitting up enough that she could tug his shirt over his head. He usually wore a button down over a T-shirt, but it was so hot he only wore the T. It came off easily, and his muscles rippled reflexively when exposed to the air and the contrast of heat from her body.
his hands went to her shoulders, and caressed down the slope of her breasts. He circled each of her nipples, then flicked his thumbs across the little nubs. He had never been overly affectionate, he was more aggressive and rough in his intimacy, but something about Candy...he didn't want to rush it.