She leaned back only enough for him to slide his shirt up over his head, her eyes admiring the outline of his form in the dark. Surprisingly, she kept her hands still and did not immediately attempt to touch him once more, though it was an exercise in restraint. Now she could see how well built he was. Hawke let her eyes purposefully roam up and down his figure, settling on his face with a mild and teasing lift to her lips.

It wasn't so easy to be still when he started on hers. The slightest graze to her bare stomach had her muscles tensing instinctively. She suppressed a mild shudder and closed her eyes.