He searched her gaze, what he could see of it, and nodded slowly. "Yes, I would. Mine first, though." He leaned back just enough to be able to reach down and tug up the hem of it without smacking his hands into her. He had it up and over his head in a fluid movement. He was careful when he tossed it to the side not to send it into the water or leave it high enough for the wind to take if it picked up. He shivered once from the cool breeze, far too distracted to care.

He was slower with hers, tugging up the hem and brushing his fingers along her stomach just above her waistband. He watched her while he touched her, too intent for it to be teasing.