“Shhhhh.” She put her hand on his arm, hoping to silence him. But instead her fingers started to move along the plane of his arms, moving further up to his biceps. She let out a sound, something between a giggle and a squeak. “You’re a wall of steel. Hard all over.”
They stared at one another; the innuendo suspended in the thick air between them. He touched her face, then dropped his hand as if her cheek had been on fire.
The air charged and cackling, snapped with tension, and something else. Something hot and sultry that had been between them all day long.
“I need to ... your hooks. You have to …” He scratched his ear, motioning for her to turn her back to him again, his voice once more sounding different, knotted and tight.
It was when she turned her back to him, that she heard him sigh. For a few seconds he did nothing, and then his fingers moved down her back as he undid her hooks slowly, one by one. The moment was soaked in intimacy, caressed by unseen kisses.
“There. You should be able to do the rest.”
She reached behind with her hands, felt along far down and nodded. She didn’t trust herself to turn and look at him, but waited instead for his footsteps to peter away.