As he walked, he pressed his cheek against her breasts, and she wondered if he could hear her heart beating in her chest.
She knew she could feel it pounding.
Hear the blood rushing in her ears.
And when he set her down, he slowly lowered her back to her feet and stood up in front of her.
Seaton took hold of the front of his shirt and while she didn't look him in the eyes she started to unbutton it. Her hands weren't shaking, miraculously, but she wasn't all that skilled at it.
A few buttons down, she put her hands on his chest and smoothed her palms over his skin.
He helped her with the rest of the buttons, and she moved her hands down toward this waist.
The texture of his skin over the hard muscles under it, gave her a taste of what other parts of him might feel like.
The realization made her shiver.
Sam tugged the hem of his shirt free from his slacks, and she was free to move her hands all the way down to smooth her hands over his abs, feeling the rise and fall of his muscles under her fingers.
When he hesitated to unbutton the waistband of his pants, Seaton reached out and did it for him.
She didn't raise her gaze to meet his, focusing herself on freeing the button and reaching for his zipper.
"W-wait," Sam covered her hands with his. "Sea, give me a minute."
She tipped her chin up a little to look at him.
His face was red under his normal complexion and Seaton felt her heart beat a little faster.
She reached behind herself and undid the trio of buttons that held her dress closed over her spine. The fell open easily and she shrugged the shoulders of her dress off, slipping down her arms. The dress was held up by the slight swells of her breasts and her elbows, and her knee-length hem was now brushing against the backs of her calves.
The house was cool, the air conditioner had been running all day and the cool air that touched her skin leaving tiny bumps in its wake.
Sam moved toward her, his slacks sagging around his hips, showing her the tantalizing view of the shaft of his cock that disappeared behind the fabric of his slacks.
She let out a breath and smiled.
"Seaton?"
Her gaze lifted to meet his and she licked at her lips.
"We don't have to do this right now."
Her eyes widened a little.
"We can wait for as long as you want. We don't have-"
She stepped closer, moving her hands around his sides to his lower back.
Seaton swept her hands over his butt, enjoying the taut muscles under her hands.
"So we don't have to," she leaned in a placed a tentative kiss against his neck, "but I want to."
With her front pressed against him, she felt her nipples pebbling from the heat of his bare chest and anticipation.
He held himself stiffly against her, his body trembling slightly.
She wasn't sure why it was, but she hoped it was because he was holding himself back.
