She sucked in a sharp breath, watching his long fingers. “I don’t know,” she drawled, a matching light in her eyes. “If we’re not going out to the beach … ” But she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts anyway, waiting to see what he would do.
“We can always put them back on,” he stated with a shrug, leaning down to take her nipple in between his lips once more, fingers teasingly skimming down the planes of her stomach, nearing in between her legs. “Can…can I?”
“Well, you’re /capable/,” she said, and then lost the rest of the tease in laughter at the look on his face. “It works so much better if there are no clothes.”