That had been her chief concern (minor now, with how he had distracted her) about the shirt; that the air would be too frigid for him without it. She had to admit that it was exciting to challenge him to keep it on, but now she was growing impatient, greedy, wanting more. It was becoming impossible to keep still, even now, and he was warm and inviting just the same. He was eager, just as she was.

Eyes opening to meet his, she nodded and then smiled slyly. "Would you like to remove mine as well?" she invited.