She walked over to where he sat on the bed, his mouth hanging open in awe. Maybe he hadn't expected her to be so forward, but she enjoyed the fact that he seemed to be speechless. Running her hands over his cut, she slipped it off his shoulders and set it with care on the chair that sat near the bed.
As she turned around, she saw his hands go to the hem of the thermal shirt he wore.
“Uh uh," she shook her finger at him. “I get to do this."
“Then by all means, don't let me take anything away from you," he told her, dropping his hands and then using them to lean back with. “Do whatever you want."
Putting her own hands at the hem of his shirt, she ran them up underneath, feeling the warmth and smoothness of the skin there. As she ran them up, she caught the material of the shirt and took
